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.
