The MidAmerican Energy man came by today to upgrade our meter for the company. He knocked on the door to let me know before he started banging on the side of my house. Apparently my wrinkles from leaving the 20's behind this year are not as bad as I thought.
MAE man: "Is there an adult in the house?"
(the pitter patter of little feet behind me and a glimpse of a small dirty face as it passes by to tear apart a different portion of the house)
Me: thinking...adult? is this a trick question? an adult in the home? i think that would be me. there aren't any others closer to being adults than me at the moment. "I am the adult."
MAE man: "Oh. You look kind of young."
Me: "I'll take that as a compliment. I AM thirty."
MAE man: "You're my age then. I'm thirty-three." (I thought he was forty-ish)
He looks at me contemplating as a small smoke signal spirals up from the end of the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "You probably don't smoke or drink, do you?"
Me: smiling, "No, I don't."
3 comments:
Ha Ha, that's good!
Mom H
That's pretty funny. He didn't even think you were an adult.
I like the 'pitter patter of little feet' paragraph. I can picture it perfectly.
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