The Cable Guy came this morning to fix a minor problem. Ellen and I were both home.
When he was done, he handed Ellen his card and said to both of us, "You may get a call asking how I did. I'd love you to give me a positive review."
I responded, "So we should omit the part about you drinking a beer in your truck before you came in?"
Ellen chimed in, "And don't you guys usually wear pants on these appointments?"
(Neither of these things were true of course.)
The guy got a nervous smile on his face, the kind that says, oh you guys are joking, ha ha, it's not that funny, how do I get out of here?
But did I marry the right woman or what?
