Mar 20, 2008 12:26
My landlord called me last week to schedule a time for an inspector to come check out the electricity for insurance purposes. Wednesday at 5 was the agreed upon time. I asked Alex if he could be home then so I needn't leave work early, he could. Wonderful! I asked Sarah to lock the cats in her room, made sure the green box was tucked away in a drawer and gave the room a once over before I left. All clear.
Alex called me at 5 when the guy arrived. "where is our circuit breaker box?" he asked me.
"It's in my closet", I said "You'll need to move some of my clothes to get to it". Then I froze. I suddenly remembered what was on the floor in between my bed and my closet. "Alex, there are dildos on the floor." I said, holding in my laughter.
Alex looked down at that precise moment and saw the pile of dildos on the floor. "Don't worry, I'll move them", he said loudly. On cue the inspector decided to check something outside first to give Alex time to move whatever it was he needed to move. He shoved all three of them into a drawer, moved some of my clothes and told the inspector the coast was clear. Oh if only he knew!
I couldn't stop laughing.
Moral of the story? Life is not a pornographic movie, dammit.