Creepy men: Please to not be coming to my house anymore.
So, the exterminator came today.
This morning, I decided to actually get dressed and do my hair for a change. xD I figured that it wouldn't kill me to not look like I'd literally just rolled out of bed. So I straightened my bangs back out and pulled my hair up, and got dressed. In hindsight, maybe the whole bedhead look would have been easier.
This guy was, I'm going to guess, about mid-20s. Kinda chubby, had a speech problem. They come in and ask you if there have been any bug problems, and then they get what they need and do around the inside of the house, and then they do around the outside. So I was in the kitchen when he came in, leaning against the counter, and I just kind of hung back in the background. Usually, the guy just nods and smiles and says a polite hello, then lets me go back to wandering the house and avoiding them.
This guy, though, after dad walked away for a moment to get... something... he was staring at me. So I spent a little while pretending I didn't notice, hoping he'd realize he was spaced out and look away. And then I got uncomfortable, but father was MIA and I couldn't kindly leave the man alone in a kitchen. So I did one of those "purse your lips and kind of smile" faces, nodding at him. And he starts walking towards me.
And he puts his hand out for me to shake, and says hello. So I continue with the really fake smiling and say hello, and introduce myself.
He does the obligatory "Nice to meet you."
So I do the required "Nice to meet you, too."
And then he throws me off with another "Nice to meet you, too."
And for a moment I toyed with the idea of repeating it again, to see how long we could keep saying it was nice to meet each other before somebody finally got weirded out.
But instead I took my hand back and went back to leaning on the counter wondering if father walked away and forgot what he was doing. He stepped back to where he had been. And went back to staring. Every time I'd glance over he'd smile real big, and I'd just kind of do the "well this is nice" nod and look away again.
Finally father saved me and came back, and told the guy how we had bees under our front porch, and a spider problem (Hey waitaminute, we had a spider problem?! D: ), and the guy left to do his thing. I get uncomfortable with a strange man wandering around me while I'm sitting and doing something, so I always go to wherever father is and perch next to him. He was watching his creepy sci-fi crap, so I was perched on the couch facing the hallway.
This kid waved at me every single time he passed through the hall. Which was about every 30-45 seconds. Over a half dozen times, I believe. I kinda half-waved back, with a sort of pained smile on my face.
Then he went outside, and did his thing. He comes back, and I'm hovering this time in the living room watching father take care of payment and what he sprayed for and everything. Apparently, father must have mentioned I was terrified of bees. Or else this kid was just being his creepy self.
Him and father:
"There were bees outside the second window here, in a hole in the ground. I took care of them."
"Oh, we hadn't even noticed. Thanks, that's good."
"They were under like, the second window in on the back here. But I got them."
"Great."
"Yeah, I powdered them, and then sprayed in that hole. They'll be gone. But they were under the second window, back in the back yard."
"Uh-huh."
"It'll take 48 hours. Take 2 days. Then they should be all dead. Call if they aren't. I took care of them, though. They were in a hole under the second window."
I was very close to asking him where they had been located, but I think father would have shot me.
Then the kid turns to me and waves goodbye, so I waved back with another of those really painful fake smiles.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
"Nice to meet you, too," I naturally felt forced to reply.
"Nice to meet you, too."
This morning, I decided to actually get dressed and do my hair for a change. xD I figured that it wouldn't kill me to not look like I'd literally just rolled out of bed. So I straightened my bangs back out and pulled my hair up, and got dressed. In hindsight, maybe the whole bedhead look would have been easier.
This guy was, I'm going to guess, about mid-20s. Kinda chubby, had a speech problem. They come in and ask you if there have been any bug problems, and then they get what they need and do around the inside of the house, and then they do around the outside. So I was in the kitchen when he came in, leaning against the counter, and I just kind of hung back in the background. Usually, the guy just nods and smiles and says a polite hello, then lets me go back to wandering the house and avoiding them.
This guy, though, after dad walked away for a moment to get... something... he was staring at me. So I spent a little while pretending I didn't notice, hoping he'd realize he was spaced out and look away. And then I got uncomfortable, but father was MIA and I couldn't kindly leave the man alone in a kitchen. So I did one of those "purse your lips and kind of smile" faces, nodding at him. And he starts walking towards me.
And he puts his hand out for me to shake, and says hello. So I continue with the really fake smiling and say hello, and introduce myself.
He does the obligatory "Nice to meet you."
So I do the required "Nice to meet you, too."
And then he throws me off with another "Nice to meet you, too."
And for a moment I toyed with the idea of repeating it again, to see how long we could keep saying it was nice to meet each other before somebody finally got weirded out.
But instead I took my hand back and went back to leaning on the counter wondering if father walked away and forgot what he was doing. He stepped back to where he had been. And went back to staring. Every time I'd glance over he'd smile real big, and I'd just kind of do the "well this is nice" nod and look away again.
Finally father saved me and came back, and told the guy how we had bees under our front porch, and a spider problem (Hey waitaminute, we had a spider problem?! D: ), and the guy left to do his thing. I get uncomfortable with a strange man wandering around me while I'm sitting and doing something, so I always go to wherever father is and perch next to him. He was watching his creepy sci-fi crap, so I was perched on the couch facing the hallway.
This kid waved at me every single time he passed through the hall. Which was about every 30-45 seconds. Over a half dozen times, I believe. I kinda half-waved back, with a sort of pained smile on my face.
Then he went outside, and did his thing. He comes back, and I'm hovering this time in the living room watching father take care of payment and what he sprayed for and everything. Apparently, father must have mentioned I was terrified of bees. Or else this kid was just being his creepy self.
Him and father:
"There were bees outside the second window here, in a hole in the ground. I took care of them."
"Oh, we hadn't even noticed. Thanks, that's good."
"They were under like, the second window in on the back here. But I got them."
"Great."
"Yeah, I powdered them, and then sprayed in that hole. They'll be gone. But they were under the second window, back in the back yard."
"Uh-huh."
"It'll take 48 hours. Take 2 days. Then they should be all dead. Call if they aren't. I took care of them, though. They were in a hole under the second window."
I was very close to asking him where they had been located, but I think father would have shot me.
Then the kid turns to me and waves goodbye, so I waved back with another of those really painful fake smiles.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
"Nice to meet you, too," I naturally felt forced to reply.
"Nice to meet you, too."