Mask

I'd forgotten my lawn guy was coming today and had slathered on a clay mask, which was half dry, when I heard him outside. Remembering he needed a key to my gate, I resignedly got up, grabbed the key, and walked outside.

"Your face is green," he said as a statement, not a question, just as if he'd said "You're wearing jeans today." I nodded.

"Want me to leave the key at the front door when I'm done?" he asked.

"That would be great," I said.

He nodded. "OK, see you next week," he said.

I guess by now he's rather used to my eccentricities.