So, Water Purification Man Boy thought I was a lesbian.
When he installed the system last year, Brother and Brother’s Jailbait Girlfriend were still living here. She and I were alone in the house.
This time, he mentions my ‘room mate’. I make a snarky comment along the lines of, “Families shouldn’t live together.” He starts waxing lyrically about how it’s always hard when such “close relationships break up”, how it’s “much harder to share your personal space when you’re over 30”, and how it’s “difficult when children were involved”.
What? What? WHAT?
I, of course, tackle the most important bit first:
“What the hell do you mean, ‘Over 30’??”
Then, “What do you mean children?”
Apparently, he was under the impression that Brother’s Jailbait Girlfriend and I were lovers and that we had just had a baby. How he got that from the “Families shouldn’t live together” comment is beyond me.
So, not just a lesbian; an old, fat lesbian.
I am, as always, very polite and tactful.
“Are you trying to be insulting?”
Much stuttering is done by Water Purification Boy.
I decided to go easy on him.
“My brother and his [jailbait] girlfriend used to live with me and my husband. Just thought I’d lay it all out for you before you cram that foot even farther down your throat.”
Thank you very much Water Purification Boy.
Next time, I call Culligan.
Although… This does explain why he was hitting on the both of us last year.