last night, just before 8, i hear a knocking at the front door. i’m thinking, well maybe it is carol, coming over to talk about daisy. maybe it is rob and deb, and they had the baby. maybe it is norm complaining about the fact i haven’t brought my trash can up yet. hmm. nope. i look around the corner to see a slight black man, graying hair, pearing a off of my porch at the street.
i call to the the new boy (over to watch big brother), who is sitting on the couch: “i don’t know who it is”. he says, “do you want me to find out?” HELLO? are you a boy? are you bigger than me? so, he does a very poor job of investigating, i must say. he says he is just a drunk guy, he should be leaving now. i look out on the porch, and the drunk guy sits down in one of the chairs! OH MY GOD! these things just don’t happen in mountain view! so, i find my cell phone (just happens to have the non emergency number for moutain view’s finest) and i try to call the police. can you say, I NEED A NEW CORDLESS PHONE! after the 3rd attempt, the call finally went through.
by now, the guy was gone… looking for another single girl to freak out. what is up with that? where did this guy come from? how did he pick my house out of all the houses on the block? lets just hope it wasn’t god, in some other form. wouldn’t that suck?
Look who’s talking…