Yesterday my landlady called me at work to let me know I needed to leave my door unlocked so the repairman could (finally!) fix my fridge. Her husband had fixed it so that the door would stay shut without the use of bungee cords but the little light thing was broken and had to be taped down so the door would shut in the first place. And it was dark.
So, since I start work at 3pm, I assumed that meant the repairman wasn't getting there until after I left for work.
Well, you know what they say about assuming. You make an ass out of you and me but what they don't mention is that you answer the door at ten to eleven am in your penguin pajamas.
Classy.
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