Awkward House Shopping

A while back I got a new boss at work. He came from an outside company to get my department on track. He was a super nice fellow and we got along quite well. Along with his new job came a new paycheck and he was in the market to find a place of his own so he could finally move out of his parent’s house. One day on our lunch break, he convinced me to go house shopping with him and drove us straight to the ritziest, most Republican part of town to look at houses that I can only describe as “out of my league.”

We waltzed our way into one of the bigger properties to have a look around and were immediately greeted by a cordial real estate agent who was eager to show us the house. We went through the kitchen and the agent asked us if we liked to cook. My boss said that out of the two of us, he was probably the cook and I let everyone know that I have enough trouble working a microwave. We laughed. Then we went through the living room and he asked if we enjoyed relaxing and watching the game. My boss said he never misses a big sporting event and I asked which sport “the game” referred to. We laughed again. It wasn’t until we headed upstairs into the master bedroom where the agent proclaimed, “You see guys? There would be plenty of room for both of you in here!” that we realized he had the wrong idea all along. We didn’t laugh.