Last week I was sitting in my pajamas, developing some on-line training for my job at TeddyJ, when the doorbell rang.
I was wearing my pajamas, but a bra had come in the mail earlier and I had tried it on, and Gary was in the house snoring away at 2 pm, so I went ahead and opened the door.
"Hello," the nice young man said, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"I wasn't asleep. Just working at home."
"My name's Nick, I'm with TeddyJ -- " and I burst into laughter. Certain TeddyJ employees sometimes go door-to-door soliciting business, and here was one on my porch.
I said, "You're the reason why I'm working at home. I work at TeddyJ. I am writing computer training for you right now. You come in here. Do you want something to drink?"
So, we had a nice talk, about how he has to ring doorbells, and I have to program courses that are widely ignored, and then after fifteen minutes of this Gary woke up and came into the kitchen to see what was going on.
The young man asked Gary what he does.
Gary said, "Oh I'm retired. I live off her money, and she gets her money from you ringing doorbells, so thank you."
"Nice," the young man said. I wonder if he went back to his office and complained that he's out slaving away to support this old couple who sleep all day in their pajamas.