Dear Mr. Meter Man
From the best of Craigslist (Portland, natch):This morning around 9:00 you were at my house checking my meters. I was naked digging furiously through my laundry basket of clean clothes.
Now here is where my apology begins. The horrified scream I released wasnt because you were ugly, scary, or stalker-resembling, it was from the shock that I had just given you a full frontal with time enough to find the camera phone selection, take a shot of me, decide you didnt like it, erase it, take another one, save it, and label it "now here's a way to start my monday morning". Not that you did that, but you would have had time to.
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