Still Got It
June 18, 2010
My hubby has been having some pretty bad allergies. His eyes are all red and itchy and he’s been miserable. We both thought it might be a good idea to check into having our ducts cleaned in our new house. You see, the old owners had cats. Santi is allergic to cats. Anyway, we’re hoping this cleaning will help eliminate some of his woes.
I decided on my break I would go out and call the duct magic (err whatever) people to see if they would come out and give us an estimate. There is a ledge around our building that sort of resembles a skirt. I sat down on it and began my call. The duct lady was very nice and she even laughed when I told her that my husband thought our house was trying to kill him and that he was dying.
Anyway, as I’m sitting there some gnarly dude from the skuzzie call center across the street came over. The call center peeps like to use our alley for their smoke breaks.
He gave me the up-down. Now mind you, I’m sitting and sort of leaning over in a way that you probably can’t tell I’m NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, so I’ll give him that. He shouted “hey baby, you wanna give me your number?!”
I leaned back and pointed to my belly as I retorted, “not unless you want to pay child support.” He walked away.
The awesome part is that the lady on the phone heard this and said “did you just get hit on?” I said, why yes, yes I did, and we’re due to have a baby in 3 weeks.
She laughed and laughed.
They’ll be out for our estimate tomorrow.
