Dinner and a Show, Louise?

Awhile ago, Eric and I went out to get him new boots, as well as go shopping, because he likes to get everything done at the same time, and then go home and blow off the rest of the day.

So, we're carrying four thousand bags of groceries and shoes and a new pillow up to the condo from the parking lot. Eric starts to dig out his keys, and as he is trying to unlock the outside door to the condo, his pants fall down. He is still trying to turn the lock while standing there in his underwear.

He later said he was more concerned about getting the heavy outside door open than putting down his bags, picking up his pants, and then trying this whole balancing act again.

So as he is opening the door, from behind us we hear, "Well Louise, when you said dinner and a show you weren't kidding! Young man, you look kind of burley, would you like to come over and do some handywork around my place? You can wear your current uniform!"

The voice came from two old ladies who live in our building, and together their combined age is somewhere in the 180 range.

After they say this,  I start laughing, and Eric starts laughing, and the old ladies start laughing, and we finally get inside and Eric can pull up his pants.

The old ladies walk around us and get into the elevator, we tell them we have so much stuff we will wait for the next one.

As the doors close, these old women are giggling, and one of them says to the other one, "You should have him come over and clean out your pipes!"

At which point it became less funny and more very, very disturbing. The elevator takes off, and Eric turns to me and says, "I have to go take a shower. And after that I NEED TO TELL AN ADULT."