I was playing and cleaning with our little foster daughter in anticipation of our (5 bed!!!!) delivery. We read and did hair and laundry and dishes etc.
When the men came, I was still in jim jams- but not terribly embarrassing ones. The men delivering the beds were nice enough but not overly cordial. They seemed to be a bit stand offish.
After they left, I was wondering why they might have been not so warm fuzzy. Then, I caught a look at myself in the mirror and saw my "fancy" hair that was done by little girl...