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9 am, pounding on the door. open it and theres this huge 40 something dude and what i take to be his 12-year-old son, who is holding a velvet pillow lined with rosaries and some mini-crown and stuff
dude: [rapid loud speaking in a language i dont understand]
me (squinting against the harsh sun and wondering if id understand him if i was awake): uhhh, excuse me?
dude: rapid speaking again
me: wait, what???
dude (shouting): you dont speak Portuguese?!?!
me: uh, no
dude (consulting peice of paper): you are antonio rodrigous-[man we bought house from] - no?
me: no, uh he moved
dude: (once again shouting) YOU ARE NOT POURTUGESE?!?!?
me : sorry man, no ones perfect
dude: my sheet says you are Portuguese. this is a Portuguese house!
me: uhhh..i swear im totally not Portuguese
dude: why didnt you call and tell us so and so moved out?! then i wouldn't be wasting my time!
me (extremely confused): is there some sort of hot-line or something you're supposed to call when you move into a Portuguese house?
dude: oh arent you a funny girl. goddamn waste of my time (spits on my porch, grabs his extremely horrified looking son and storms off)
what the shit man!? thats weirder then stabbing victims on my front steps. but now im all awake bright and early and wondering who i was supposed to call....
dude: [rapid loud speaking in a language i dont understand]
me (squinting against the harsh sun and wondering if id understand him if i was awake): uhhh, excuse me?
dude: rapid speaking again
me: wait, what???
dude (shouting): you dont speak Portuguese?!?!
me: uh, no
dude (consulting peice of paper): you are antonio rodrigous-[man we bought house from] - no?
me: no, uh he moved
dude: (once again shouting) YOU ARE NOT POURTUGESE?!?!?
me : sorry man, no ones perfect
dude: my sheet says you are Portuguese. this is a Portuguese house!
me: uhhh..i swear im totally not Portuguese
dude: why didnt you call and tell us so and so moved out?! then i wouldn't be wasting my time!
me (extremely confused): is there some sort of hot-line or something you're supposed to call when you move into a Portuguese house?
dude: oh arent you a funny girl. goddamn waste of my time (spits on my porch, grabs his extremely horrified looking son and storms off)
what the shit man!? thats weirder then stabbing victims on my front steps. but now im all awake bright and early and wondering who i was supposed to call....