A Feminist On The Roof

I live in an area where demossing roofs is necessary. I, a female, demoss every fall because my husband is afraid of heights. A man comes to the driveway while I’m outside.

Man: “Hello, ma’am, I’m selling my services to clean your roof.”

Me: “Oh, no, thank you.”

Man: “Ma’am, I already took a look from across the street and there is a lot of moss on your roof.”

There’s a little on the shady side but nothing bad at all.

Me: “It’s in fine shape, thank you.”

Man: “Listen. Your roof is atrocious; it really needs cleaning right away.”

He then hears my husband through an open window.

Man: “Oh, let me speak to your husband; he’ll know more about this than you.”

Me: “Nah, bye.”

And I walked back inside.