The myth of the hot neighbor does, on occasion, find its way into fact. My hubby, a repairman, got a call after hours one night and upon arrival was greeted by a woman in a full on black peignoir set complete with sheer robe and fluffy heals. My husband asked her if she had called. She did. He asked what seemed to be the problem, and she replied that she couldn’t get anything in the bedroom to work. At this point he took a step back and told her that he was

a. only there to deal with the service call

b. once he crossed her threshold he would charge her a base fee of $75 no matter what happened next

c. he was very married and, again, only there to deal with the service call.

The woman got quite huffy at this point and told him she KNEW that and that’s why she called. My husband went in and sure enough found the fuse box in her bedroom with blown fuses. He fixed it, presented the bill, she wrote a check, and that was that. My husband has never been called to the same house since, did not see any signs of a romantic interlude in progress or waiting in the wings and saw no obvious signs of a man about. The woman did not throw herself at him or act at all like she knew or cared that she was prancing around with nothing between her and a big, strong guy who might attack her. It ranks in the top three of weirdest calls he has dealt with. I personally wonder if she was planning an attack and my husband’s speech put her off.