About a week ago the doorbell rang in the evening, sending my chocolate lab into a barking frenzy and two curious little boys to the door. Standing outside the door was a young guy, early 20s perhaps, wearing khaki pants and a 3 button polo shirt with a pest control company name embroidered on the front. He gave a very short spiel about how his company was doing some work in the neighborhood and wanted to know if we were interested.
I quickly explained to him that Terminix has been doing our quarterly pest control for years so we would not be requiring his service. I was about to turn around to go inside and shut the door when he stopped to ask me one more question ...
"What is the sticker on the back of your Jeep - the number - mean? Is it a race?" I explained that the number was 140.6, the distance of an Ironman.
His reply ...
"That's really cool, did your husband do that?"
I just smiled and pointed at myself.
5 comments:
Ooooooohh SNAP!!
I wish I could have seen that! haha
Nice. Foot meet mouth. haha
HA! That is awesome!
That's awesome! You're the IRONMAN!!!!
Hahaha. That happens all the time to my husband and I. Except that he also did an Ironman...but even when they find out that I did one too, they still blantantly ignore me. Jerks!
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