i'm sitting here writing, and there are two repair people fixing my dryer (a man and a woman) out of view on the other side of the kitchen. here are snippets that i'm overhearing. now imagine me sitting in my living room, typing this all out, quietly giggling.

Woman: How far do we have to pull it out?
Man: Enough to get my fat ass back there.

Woman: Be careful of the pipes.
Man: It's okay, I know what I'm doing.

Woman: We're going to have to pull out more.
Man: I think I have enough room to make this happen.

Woman: (breathlessly) Oh, you're almost there...you're almost there...oh yeah, you're almost there.
Man: (grunts)

Woman: I wanna get back there to see this. Oh God, why am I so fat...oh, it's just a little piece. It's just a little piece that you have to pull off.
Man: I think you can totally work it from the front.

(I struggled so hard to keep my laughing silent that I got a side cramp)