In your area today.
Why? Are they checking in my windows?
"Spotty, there's, like, 464,290 women outside. They want you to open up the venetian blinds a bit. Maybe squeeze one of them in for an affair."
"Looks like. They may just want to trade recipes, but, no, I'm thinking sex."
"Gosh. That's a lot of women."
"Well, housewives are women. I've heard, anyway. How can you tell?"
"One of them has a mop."
"Ooh. Bring that one in. We've got something scary and adhesive on the kitchen floor."
"I've been cooking again."
"No, she doesn't want to use the mop. She's, you know, a housewife. It's kind of a badge of office."
"Like a flannel shirt and suspenders?"
"Um...probably? Look, they're really making it hard to park. I mean, your car's out there already, you can't even drive it, and then, there's these four hundred thousand forty-somethings. They're all the way to the gas station."
"We're not going to have enough chairs!"
"This is accurate."