i'm just the painter.......

So, I was working at someone elses house, painting the bathroom. Actually, I'd redone the whole bath and all I lacked was the painting. I was there by myself, trying to get done.

I hear someone knocking on the door. I don't give a rat's ass who it is, aint nobody I want to see, aint my house, let'em knock and I'll keep painting. Well, they don't stop knocking, just keep on knocking. I finally go to the door, paint brush in one hand, a gallon of paint in the other and paint up to my elbows, and yea, a little pissed off at who ever this is knocking on the door and interrupting my getting done.

I open the door and it's some kid delivering a box of oranges. He asks "Are you Mr. Birch?"

I say "Nope, I'm the painter." I didn't care to tell him anything else, I figure if he's got good sense, he'll ask if it's OK to leave the box and get out of my way. For some reason, my statement of "Nope, I'm the painter." threw him for a loop and he just stood there staring at me.

After what seemed like a long time, he finally asked "Do you know the Birches?"

I couldn't help myself, before I had a chance to think about what I was going to say, I said "No, I don't know them, I was just walking by with this paint and a brush, this was the first house I came to that wasn't locked, so I started painting but you can leave the oranges on the steps." And I closed the door and went back to my painting.