PEEEEEOPLE!
I went downstairs in a hoodie and sweats and flip-flops, and I'm all unkempt. And my parents are having the Maine Gladiolus Society over for lunch for a meeting, but they're not supposed to be here until 10:30, so I'm like, "Okay, I can put my laundry in the dryer before they get here." So I go downstairs and there's a MAN IN MY HOUSE and it's the freaky middle-aged overtalker who gives me REALLY WEIRD VIBES and I'm not wearing BRA and he's standing in my KITCHEN. I almost threw something at him, but then my mom came into the room.
Seriously, what's a girl gotta do to change over her laundry without strangers being in her house?
Seriously, what's a girl gotta do to change over her laundry without strangers being in her house?