_____
Doorbell rings. I stop making the kids' sandwiches and go answer it, wearing the tee and leggings I'm slumming in today and no make-up. Open door to see man in his fifties standing there with an expectant smile.
Pause as he pointedly looks me over.
Man: (in the condescending voice adults use for teenagers when they know there's nothing the teenager can do to help him) Is your mum or dad about?
I stay silent, just lifting my eyebrows at him as if he's stepped off a spaceship.
Man: (after a good thirty seconds of silence, confused and now not smiling so much) Oh dear. Have I just said something silly? (Alicia comes running from other room to find out who was at the door and throws herself at my legs. Man just looks at her.) I guess I have.
_____
Hee. OK, so it's stupid to like the feeling. And it's not like I don't get it quite often anyway, but in light of the day I've been having, I'm going to enjoy it. :)
