Our company party has gone from ballgowns and a sit-down dinner at the Embassy Suites to a potluck at the office. I wish I were kidding. Times are tough. If it’s not tough for you, you’re watching your friends in dire straights. Many of the agents in my office have dark circles under their eyes from working two jobs. It’s survival mode and we’re not laughing.
Last night was the first of the revelry. I was at the title company – they know how to throw a party. The event was disguised as an opportunity to start gift shopping. Although the only people actually purchasing anything were the employees.
We’re standing around chit-chatting and for some reason we start talking about inspections. Gail has the hands-down winner.
She’s at a septic inspection with the seller. The inspector opens the hatch to the tank. There’s a strained silence. She’s not sure what to say or do, so she says nothing.
Inspector: I guess now you know rubbers aren’t biodegradable.
Seller: They’re not mine.
She ends the story with, “It was a condom condo.”
Thanks again for the laugh, Gail.