Older than You

Tonight two college-age girls knocked at the door. They explained that they were decorators working in the area and were selling large pieces of art. I was about to tell them we weren’t interested when they asked if “my mom might be interested.”

Umm yeah. I’m old. And my mom doesn’t live here. But my wife does. Of course she’d probably love to look at your paintings, but then she’d probably end up getting attached to one of them and then we’d have to buy it.

I smirked and told the girls we weren’t interested.

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