The driveway-fixing guy called this morning, well before I had finished my cup of tea and just after the painters arrived somewhat unexpectedly.
"Tomorrow's supposed to be nice, so we'll come out and do the driveway then, okay?"
"Oh, that's great! Thanks!"
"Yeah, and if you're not home, you can just leave a check taped to the door. That'll be fine."
Really, driveway guy? I've never met you in my life, just spoken to you over the phone, and based on the sound of your voice alone, I should cheerfully tape a check to the door, before you've even started the work or I've had a chance to see what kind of job you did? Really? REALLY?
Needless to say, I'll be home.