A True Story

My house cleaner is named Barb (aka ME). Today I gave the housekeeper a work out because I like the house nice and tidy before I leave on a trip. Sometimes when I clean I look rather disheveled. I mean I wear old jeans, my hair is held back with a make shift headband. Once long ago some religious door to door people knocked and I answered. They were use to seeing Mike who always listens to them kindly. When I opened the door holding a mop in one hand and looking worn and I'm sure a fright, they asked " Is that nice gentleman that owns this residence available?" I'm sure they thought I was the housekeeper, and they would be right!