"The Bucket woman!" That was my first thought too!
My second thought was of my late aunt, who doted on my sister and I (and we loved her dearly for it), but who made my poor uncle not only take off his shoes at the door, but immediately go to the basement, shower and change clothes, making sure the "work" clothes - he worked in an office - went into the washing machine. Nieces and nephews were expected to remove the shoes, but we generally managed to stay in street clothes. I have no idea what the appliance guys went through with her, but I suspect that they colluded with uncle to time deliveries and repairs.
At a class reunion years ago, a classmate of mine told me stories about his time as an appliance repairman, and I came to the conclusion that it was one of the best - or worst, depending on one's viewpoint - jobs on earth for seeing the human race at its very weirdest. I don't recall a gun playing any part in them, but he had been physically threatened and illegally detained often enough to have worn away the novelty of it all. At the time, he was still getting offers of sex in exchange for repairs, but unless he was greening me, the bloom had gone off that rose as well.
Mr. niteowl77
“It’s ‘bou-quet’, if you please.”