We are on day three of demo and everything is going well so far. The guys are all on the second floor, tearing up the place with Metallica blaring from a radio. I open the front door and see MC Hammer crossing the street. He’s wearing dark tan khakis and a medium blue button down shirt, tucked in, showing off his lean waist. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to his elbows. I love the look, but despise the man wearing it. “Please tell me there’s no livestock in my house,” he says, his tone dripping with contempt. I look down at myself. I’m wearing a sports bra and overalls. It is summer after all, and it was getting hot in the house, so I took my shirt off. I can do that when I have a sports bra on. “That was so funny I forgot to laugh.” He stops in front of me. He’s at least half a foot taller than I am, so I have to tilt my head back to look at him. “Did you time warp back to the 90s or something?”
