So I’m sitting at the computer and being productive as hell [That’s a blatant lie but let’s act like it’s true.] and the doorbell rings.
There’s these two huge Russian dudes standing at the door.
Boris A asks, “Are we too early?” in heavily accented English and laughs over his shoulder to Boris B. It’s a little after 0800 and I have consumed zero coffee and I’m not wearing a bra.
“You’ve got the wrong house,” I tell the Borises.
Boris A looks at his phone and says, “No. We’re supposed to paint here. You sure we have wrong house?”
“Um…yeah. Pretty sure you have the wrong house. Sorry. Thanks.”
I go to shut the door and Boris B tells me they know I’m wrong and they’ll be back.
