interlopers.

It's a little embarrassing when the cable guy shows up unannounced (it was a follow-up to yesterday's scheduled appointment, not a set-up for some weird pregnant triple-X adventure, although he did bring an assistant along this time) and you're having a nutritious afternoon snack of Goldfish and Gatorade (nothing like making the baby come out orange) and there's a wadded up comforter on the couch from where you took a nap earlier and you haven't brushed your teeth.

It's another thing all together when he comes in and looks around and says, "so, Ebay sales not going well, huh?"