Just a few minutes after getting home this afternoon, a guy from our water-softening service rang the door bell.

His visit was expected.

I opened the door and welcomed him in.

We spoke for a minute and then he went downstairs and attended to the reason he stopped by.

But then I started to wonder. Does he think I am having a heart attack or something?

You see, I was drenched in sweat from my bike ride home. I had not had a chance to get in the shower.

So I looked like someone almost done in by the heat. Yet, inside the house the temperature was cool and pleasant.

Oh, well. He never did say anything.

If you make stops at people's homes during your work shift, you probably learn to not ask questions.

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