I had been keeping my eye out on two odd-looking men hanging at the end of our parking lot: One was sitting on the back of an old sofa dumped on the curb; the other was pacing about the parking lot, possibly talking to someone down below.
I wasn’t sure what to make of them, and I thought one would make interesting pix, but as I grabbed my cell phone, the dude suddenly appeared at my door.
He didn’t even knock! This bizarre looking man, with a beard over a foot long, yanked open MY door and tried to step inside! Whoa!
I am so glad that I wasn’t sitting at my kitchen table, but was standing at the door, which prevented him from striding inside.
Where the heck were his manners? Didn’t your momma teach you manners such as knocking, THEN waiting for an invite?
He asked if I had any rooms to rent.
Does this look like the Bates Motel?
Frankly, I was insulted. The owners spent a chunk of change sprucing up this place, and I have spent enormous energy keeping it looking good.
I firmly told him, “No rooms, just apartments, and we do not have any vacancies.”
He walked away. Whew!
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