That was WEIRD.
So, I had just taken a big bite of pizza when the doorbell rang tonight. I scramble to go get it and there's this guy at the door, holding a can of something. He goes, "Hi. How are you?"
Awkward, that's how I am. I'm trying to chew what's in my mouth and haven't even done an obligatory hair sanity check.
"Good, how are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay. So you're living in Oma's old house."
"Umm... I guess? I didn't actually buy the house, I'm just a roommate." I have no flippin idea of who lived here before me.
"No, I'm just saying, this is Oma's old house."
"Oh. Okay."
He motions to the address plate on the outside of the house. "Oh, so this is what they look like!"
WTF?
"You see, these house were made in the 80's and some of the plates have changed or are faded."
"Oh, okay."
A moment of awkward silence. "So are you in college?"
I reply that I've graduated and he asks me what I do. I try to explain what I do. I ask what he does. He's like, "I'm a ticket tearer at the movie theater."
Ooooookay. I try to say something like, "Well, I bet you meet a lot of interesting people."
He starts ranting about how he only works one day a week and that it seems like they're giving all the hours to the new guys and businesses just don't know what they're doing.
Then, remembering a comment I made earlier, he says something like, "So, you and someone else live here, huh? Another girl?"
I reluctantly confirmed. Okay, I was getting pretty nervous at this point. This random guy, who's quite older than me just shows up at my door when it starts to get dark, with no stated purpose, and is making random conversation. Plus, since he was acting strange, I wondered if maybe he was drunk. I was so ready to kick him in the balls and run away screaming if he did anything threatening.
As it turns out, it appears that the creepiness was mostly awkwardness.
He finally introduced himself. John, he lives in 211. I'm not sure where in the neighborhood that is, but I don't think it's in our cul-de-sac. I noticed that the can he was holding was some kind of cane soda, not beer. Through the course of awkward conversation, he conveyed that he has some learning disabilities and is a 38 year old man living at home with his mother because of it. Um, suckage for him?
He eventually left. Not by saying, "Bye," or, "You have a nice evening," or, "Nice meeting you." No, he would just slowly back down the sidewalk, talk about something random, take a few more steps away, mention something else random. Until eventually he was around the bend.
I locked the door behind him.
I figured he was probably sent by his mother and/or some other neighbors to get the scoop on the n00bs. Or maybe he just wandered over himself. No idea. Just, weird.
When I was dropping some stuff off at the house after my failed attempt to run errands this morning, I was greeted by barking puppies trying to be ferocious. Ms. Anita asked me if we were all moved in (I'd met her previously a few times). I told her that we were. And she was like, "You were supposed to tell me when you were moving big stuff so I could move my car! It's really no hassle!" (She's a little up in years and parks in the handicapped space right next to the sidewalk. When she had run into me before, she said she could move it if we needed, but she had told me that AFTER I'd moved all my big stuff over. lol)
I tried to explain that we hadn't used a big moving truck or anything, so it was no big deal. But I thanked her anyway. She introduced me to the lady chatting with her. Her name was Helen, but apparently everyone calls her Grammy. Ms. Helen remarked, "I LOOK like a Grammy!" lol, okay. Ms. Anita didn't specify if Ms. Helen was a neighbor or not, but I assume she is.
Anyway, maybe all that got people curious about the new girls? Who knows. I hope I passed whatever test there was. Even if my hair was crazy. :P
Awkward, that's how I am. I'm trying to chew what's in my mouth and haven't even done an obligatory hair sanity check.
"Good, how are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay. So you're living in Oma's old house."
"Umm... I guess? I didn't actually buy the house, I'm just a roommate." I have no flippin idea of who lived here before me.
"No, I'm just saying, this is Oma's old house."
"Oh. Okay."
He motions to the address plate on the outside of the house. "Oh, so this is what they look like!"
WTF?
"You see, these house were made in the 80's and some of the plates have changed or are faded."
"Oh, okay."
A moment of awkward silence. "So are you in college?"
I reply that I've graduated and he asks me what I do. I try to explain what I do. I ask what he does. He's like, "I'm a ticket tearer at the movie theater."
Ooooookay. I try to say something like, "Well, I bet you meet a lot of interesting people."
He starts ranting about how he only works one day a week and that it seems like they're giving all the hours to the new guys and businesses just don't know what they're doing.
Then, remembering a comment I made earlier, he says something like, "So, you and someone else live here, huh? Another girl?"
I reluctantly confirmed. Okay, I was getting pretty nervous at this point. This random guy, who's quite older than me just shows up at my door when it starts to get dark, with no stated purpose, and is making random conversation. Plus, since he was acting strange, I wondered if maybe he was drunk. I was so ready to kick him in the balls and run away screaming if he did anything threatening.
As it turns out, it appears that the creepiness was mostly awkwardness.
He finally introduced himself. John, he lives in 211. I'm not sure where in the neighborhood that is, but I don't think it's in our cul-de-sac. I noticed that the can he was holding was some kind of cane soda, not beer. Through the course of awkward conversation, he conveyed that he has some learning disabilities and is a 38 year old man living at home with his mother because of it. Um, suckage for him?
He eventually left. Not by saying, "Bye," or, "You have a nice evening," or, "Nice meeting you." No, he would just slowly back down the sidewalk, talk about something random, take a few more steps away, mention something else random. Until eventually he was around the bend.
I locked the door behind him.
I figured he was probably sent by his mother and/or some other neighbors to get the scoop on the n00bs. Or maybe he just wandered over himself. No idea. Just, weird.
When I was dropping some stuff off at the house after my failed attempt to run errands this morning, I was greeted by barking puppies trying to be ferocious. Ms. Anita asked me if we were all moved in (I'd met her previously a few times). I told her that we were. And she was like, "You were supposed to tell me when you were moving big stuff so I could move my car! It's really no hassle!" (She's a little up in years and parks in the handicapped space right next to the sidewalk. When she had run into me before, she said she could move it if we needed, but she had told me that AFTER I'd moved all my big stuff over. lol)
I tried to explain that we hadn't used a big moving truck or anything, so it was no big deal. But I thanked her anyway. She introduced me to the lady chatting with her. Her name was Helen, but apparently everyone calls her Grammy. Ms. Helen remarked, "I LOOK like a Grammy!" lol, okay. Ms. Anita didn't specify if Ms. Helen was a neighbor or not, but I assume she is.
Anyway, maybe all that got people curious about the new girls? Who knows. I hope I passed whatever test there was. Even if my hair was crazy. :P