Some plans need pants, other plans don't need you to talk about them.
His point of view:
He is a Verizon salesman who rings the doorbell. He rings it again. He hears "Hang on, hang on, some plans need pants."
The door opens.
A middle aged woman stands there, slightly disheveled looks up at him and says, "some plans need pants. You do not."
He looks astonished and amused.
"I mean, you're perfectly nice and probably a lovely human, but I don't need Verizon right now. Thank you very much. I really hope you have a nice day. But you don't need pants. Or rather, I don't. Or rather, I do but...right. I'm late. Good luck."
Door closes.
My point of view:
Awoken from a dead sleep, the persistent ringing of my doorbell midday caught me by surprise. Upon coming upright I started yelling "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Some plans need pants." And I glanced at the clock. Wow, I was about to be late to pick up a friend.
Pants applied I headed for the door, thinking about how I had to load the car with the stuff I was taking to my friend's and muttering "Hang on, hang on, some plans need pants."
I opened the door, it was not my neighbors, as I had thought it might be, it was a random (and quite attractive) salesperson wearing a Verizon shirt and holding a clipboard.
I thought, partially out loud, "some plans need pants, (for) you (I) do not (because you are a salesperson and I do not have time for this)." Slowly my brain kicked into gear and I heard both what I did and did not say, stared at the lovely young man and thought about what that sounded like, then attempted to recover utterly and totally without grace.
I can only imagine what he thought:
A) He was just made a salacious offer in an outside voice by freudian accident.
B) The potential customer was caught in flagrante delicto with a partner who was somewhere else in the house that she was formerly talking to.
C) He was just turned down for an offer he didn't make nor consider making.
D) God only knows what else.
Any way you look at it, it made him smile, and it will make a great story back at the office when he gets there. As for me, well, there are plenty worse ways to wake up, I suppose.
This entry was originally posted at http://muffyjo.dreamwidth.org/1024848.html.
He is a Verizon salesman who rings the doorbell. He rings it again. He hears "Hang on, hang on, some plans need pants."
The door opens.
A middle aged woman stands there, slightly disheveled looks up at him and says, "some plans need pants. You do not."
He looks astonished and amused.
"I mean, you're perfectly nice and probably a lovely human, but I don't need Verizon right now. Thank you very much. I really hope you have a nice day. But you don't need pants. Or rather, I don't. Or rather, I do but...right. I'm late. Good luck."
Door closes.
My point of view:
Awoken from a dead sleep, the persistent ringing of my doorbell midday caught me by surprise. Upon coming upright I started yelling "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Some plans need pants." And I glanced at the clock. Wow, I was about to be late to pick up a friend.
Pants applied I headed for the door, thinking about how I had to load the car with the stuff I was taking to my friend's and muttering "Hang on, hang on, some plans need pants."
I opened the door, it was not my neighbors, as I had thought it might be, it was a random (and quite attractive) salesperson wearing a Verizon shirt and holding a clipboard.
I thought, partially out loud, "some plans need pants, (for) you (I) do not (because you are a salesperson and I do not have time for this)." Slowly my brain kicked into gear and I heard both what I did and did not say, stared at the lovely young man and thought about what that sounded like, then attempted to recover utterly and totally without grace.
I can only imagine what he thought:
A) He was just made a salacious offer in an outside voice by freudian accident.
B) The potential customer was caught in flagrante delicto with a partner who was somewhere else in the house that she was formerly talking to.
C) He was just turned down for an offer he didn't make nor consider making.
D) God only knows what else.
Any way you look at it, it made him smile, and it will make a great story back at the office when he gets there. As for me, well, there are plenty worse ways to wake up, I suppose.
This entry was originally posted at http://muffyjo.dreamwidth.org/1024848.html.