So an hour ago, my landlord and her husband stopped by the house that I'm renting with two other people. Usually she calls before coming over since they live 2 hours away and they don't have keys to the house. I had taken off some latex gloves to answer the door. Anyway, they stopped by to clean or replace the air vents for the heater and dryer. While her husband did what they came to do, my landlord was looking through the mail that always comes to the house for her. Then she asked me:
"So, Alieux, how's your love life? Are you dating anyone?"
I told her:
"I'm home on a Saturday night, cleaning the oven. That's how my love life is."
I know it sounds pathetic. It is pathetic.