I got to do something I’d always wanted to do today: I turned the tables on a telephone solicitor.
A phone call came in, and the very friendly southern fellow on the line asked me if I was Mrs. Bruns (thereby giving away that he didn’t know me from Jack). I replied, “Yes, may I help you?”
He then launched into a charming and vaguely familiar tale about how his top-notch highly praised crew was doing some work in “your neighborhood,” and they had some time, and were just checking to see if there’s anything we needed done to our house. Conveniently, they were having a sale on decks! He wondered if I wanted him to drop by my house on Braesgate and get an estimate.
Ooh, I was ready for this!
I sadly informed Bubba that I no longer owned the house on Braesgate.