Our ISP/Cable went out yesterday afternoon. I had to call them, and the man who came by asked if he could come in and check the jack. I said yes, and I guess the dog thought he was the pizza man and jumped around in the living room, knocking over a wooden chest of my toys. Rubber dongs and vibrating phalluses danced across the living room floor, in front of the cable man.
It didn’t help that I was in my night shirt and undies.
“Well, I can see you were busy…I don’t need to check the jack,” he said, and stepped back outside. I hope he didn’t think I had those in my hands (or anywhere else) when I answered the door.