While Herman was away on his most recent trip, our cable went out and I had to call Direct TV to come out and fix it. After relaying the story about the not-so-great service from the 60 year old man who seemed a bit, well, stoned and wanted to use our bathroom, Herman commented that my life is like a sitcom.
Today I walked out to get the mail and on the way back to my house, this woman pulls up next to me:
Her: Where are the model homes?
Me: Take this left (I point), then take your next right. The sales office is right there.
Her: No. No. I mean, Where are the model homes?
Me: Um. Take this left (I point. Again.), then take your next right.
Then she drove off.
I think Herman might be on to something.