Okay so, this happened last summer. I thought I was home alone, so I did what every teenage girl does when they’re home alone. Baked brownies and danced to loud music in sexy time underwear. Chill, right? So anyway, I was now in my room, hardcore stripper dancing to Bang Bang (and let me tell you, I was getting down so hard that I would have Beyonce proud) Anywho, all of the sudden, my bedroom door swings open and there’s this 50+ year old man with a clipboard taking notes and he looks up, startled by the loud music to see me. A pasty white teenage girl in red lace skippies, getting down, stripper style to a pop hit classic, Bang Bang. And there’s my mother, right behind him, looking like she wants to murder me. She reached around him and slammed the door, muttering apologies to this poor man.
It was later explained to me that he was our realtor coming to take pictures of our house and such so we could put it on the market. And 20 minutes after he left, he called and quit. So, we still haven’t sold our house.