Not Her Husband
A partner and I were scheduled to clean the interior windows of a woman’s home. About halfway through our job, a man who seems to be the husband walks in ad kisses her a few times and they begin to talk in a very hushed tone. It wasn’t that weird considering there are strangers cleaning your home. When we moved into the bedroom, we figured out why they were whispering. The man was not that lady’s husband, it was obvious from the many family photos. We cleaned up as fast as we could and she left us a huge tip, which I assumed to be for our silence.