So, this morning my field manager and I went to visit a customer’s house. She’s dressed in a sort of “Daisy Duke” type outfit since she’s going to be doing some cleaning and it can get hot. Short denim shorts, red checked blouse tied up so that her waist is showing (she’s wearing a couple of layers underneath for decorum). She’s about 5 feet and 100 lbs, give or take, and a fairly attractive woman so this looks pretty hot on her. We get to the clients house, I park, and we both get out of the car. There are a couple of guys on ladders doing something around the soffits.
As soon as she steps out of the car, one guy loses his balance and tumbles back off of his ladder. The other guy, next to him, somehow loses his balances in the confusion and also falls off of his ladder. The first one landed on the ground, the ladder fell over him, and the second guy lands on the ladder that is across the first guy. Now if I saw this on TV I’d better appreciate the slapstick nature of the moment, but my first thought is “Sheesh, I hope these guys are okay”. So I yell over to them. By this point they are up and inspecting body parts and groaning. They also look a bit red in the face and both sport sheepish grins, but manage to shout that they are okay.
It’s only then that my brain puts together the pieces of the puzzle. I turn to M and say, “You did that, didn’t you”. We both start laughing. I tell her that she might want to have a little more modesty and she unties the shirt and buttons it down lower. Later she admits that when she was about 18 (many years ago) and very tiny bikinis were fashionable she and a friend caused a guy to wreck his car on Daytona Beach. By simply “being there”. Stuff like this happens to her all the time. Sometimes I don’t understand guys (and I am one).