This morning, I was awoken by the sound of men’s voices. I was startled until I remembered that I had gone to bed with the windows open.
Reassured, I rolled over to wait for my alarm. I heard the men again. Their voices were alarmingly close, almost as if they were in the room with me. I fumbled for my glasses on my bedside table. (I’m as blind as the proverbial bat.)
Shoving my glasses on, I sat up and looked around.
“Oh! Good-uh morning tee-cha!” said a cheery voice.
Dangling outside my window were two elderly painters. Apparently the exterior of my building was being painted. I guess that’s the sign in the lobby had said…
“How are you?” one painter asked.
“Um… great…” I replied, taken aback. “You?”
“Fine sankyu an yu!” the other replied with a cheerful wave of his paintbrush.
And with a wink and a smile, they swung out of sight.
Good thing I don’t sleep naked.