Just got off the phone with the structural engineer/inspector and this is how our conversation went.
Me: Hello this is Becky Horace.
Inspector: This is who?!
Me: Becky Horace.
Inspector: I’m sorry but I’m looking for a Betty Horace.
Me: Yea that’s what the other inspector said but they have my name wrong. It’s Becky.
Inspector: O ok. I have to come out and do the re-inspection.
Me: Ok what time will you be here?
Inspector: Are there still people in the house?
Me: Yea we live here still….
Inspector: You live there?!
Inspector: Wait I thought you were a realtor.
Inspector: O I remember you now. I would like to come out Monday morning.
Me: OK that should work it will be during my sons naptime but you don’t need us since you are under the house right?
Inspector: Nope. I remember you were a very large lady.
Me: Excuse me? (O NO YOU DIDN’T!)
Inspector: Yea you were really large.
Me: I think you are confused again.
Inspector: No you were pregnant and you just had a baby.
Me: I was pregnant about 2 years ago….
(insert panic in the inspectors voice)
Inspector: O no. O you aren’t a large lady. I just thought you were the pregnant homeowner. O you know men we can’t handle pregnant women. We don’t get off on that sort of thing.
Inspector: You know they (pregnant women) make us uneasy.
Me: Ok….. Well (this is now too weird for me) we will see you Monday….
Inspector: Sounds good!
I can’t even make this stuff up.
I tell my best friend and this is her response: “ew…are you by yourself? He seems strange.”
Me: I’ll lock the doors…