The big ole house in which I live used to be a residential home for the elderly (which, to be honest, does not make sense to me considering the unfriendly-to-the-disabled layout). Either way, JBU has only been using the house for a few years.
That means, we often get calls and visits from people who are still under the impression that we've got a load of hip-breakers in here.
Context for story: I have never met Professor Hadden's wife. Prof. Hadden is in his seventies.
The doorbell rings. I go to answer it. At the door is a lovely little old woman. I open the door, greet her, and ask, "What can I do for you today?"
She pushes past me into the house and just starts meandering toward the living room.
"Uhm...is there someone that you're looking to speak with?"
"Are you one of the students?"
"No, I work here."
"Ah. Very well."
Awkwardness continues, as I think she's looking to move in or else try to find a relative. Nope, nope. Hadden's lovely, non-introductory wife.
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