The (likely first of many) Underwear Incident

March 17th, 2016

Not me, I assure you. Nor my undies!

It's finally happened.

After work yesterday, I stripped down in order to get comfortable, and was lounging around in the living room. Why else have one, after all? So I was sitting there watching the news, in nothing but a T shirt and briefs, when I see this young lady walk past our window. Since our house isn't six inches from a sidewalk, and our street in fact lacks one, this meant that she was coming to our door.

And naturally, she had to look in the window before reaching said door. As I prepared to put pants on in order to answer the inevitable knock, a second person walked by, and he also peered in the window, invariably getting a full-on view of Denny roaming around in the living room in his undies. So I lurched off to get pants, at which point Brenda went ahead and answered the knocking of the salescreatures.

It turns out that they were trying to sell us new windows, which would've been a welcome addition to our new home, save for one minor detail. You see, we don't own our home, so much as we rent it from the strange old man living next door, and he already told them he wasn't interested. Thus, unfortunately, we aren't about to have our awful windows replaced with better windows. Le Sigh.

But they moved on, and I was informed that the salescreatures were amused by spying me in my almost-nakedness. I found this vaguely embarrassing, but on hindsight I probably shouldn't. After all, I was in my own residence, so maybe they shouldn't have been looking in the window if they didn't want an eyeful of tubby, hairy, naked guy on the couch. Let that be a lesson to you, salescreatures.

Let that be a lesson to you all! Because rest assured, it'll happen again. And probably soon.

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