Is it the braces?

The doorbell rang. I open the door. Crap it is a salesman.

He looks at me. I look at him.

He says, "Um, are your parents home?"

What? I say, "No. I live here."

"You look so young you can't own the house you must rent. Do you know your landlords phone number?"

"I don't rent, I own it."

"Oh, how long have you lived here?"

"3 years."

"Oh. I am here because I did your neighbors windows and wanted to do a walk through and give you a quote."

"No thanks. Not interested."

"Do you have central air?"

"I do, but whatever it is I am not interested. Thanks. Goodbye."

I close the door, look at Gwenie, "Is it the braces?"