Sometimes, a burrito is just a burrito

I was sitting on my couch playing video games tonight when there is a sudden knock on the front door. I wasn't expecting anyone, but got up to answer it anyway. In this area, there aren't a lot of visitors because of the inherently "shady" aspect of the streets, but without so much as a second thought, I swung the door open. Standing across the threshold were two men with APX Alarm shirts and clipboards. I suddenly realized the error I had made.

After the initial greeting, they began their pitch on their system. My thoughts wandered aimlessly as I tried to feign interest and landed finally on the fact that I was wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts. To make matters worse, my hair was a mess from the unexpected nap that had found me not an hour before.

As the first guy rambled on about something that should have been interesting, my mind also recalled the alternative magazine and empty beer bottles strewn about the kitchen table.

My attention was suddenly back on them and I noticed that they seemed as anxious to go as I was for them to leave.

They won't be back.