I told the guy that was coming to fix the disposal 'I work nights, please come in the afternoon.', and he even makes a note of it. Seven a.m., there's this pounding on the door, I figure at that hour either the place is on fire or it's the five-oh looking for an axe murderer or something. So I throw on my robe and hurry in there, ratty pajamas, no make-up, manga hair from Hell, and it's that damn idiot to fix the disposal! I coulda strangled the dude

I've been jabbed