Small town mental adjustment...
Jul. 13th, 2006 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hippybngstockngOr perhaps this should be reason #something really high that Flylady is right, that I should always be getting up and dressed as soon as I am awake..
I was standing in my kitchen, trying to call Crash for the second time, only wearing a skirt and a bra because I was still getting dressed, when the front door started to open. At first I thought it was Crash coming home for lunch without warning, which would be unusual but not completely shocking. Instead, it was a very confused, and soon very embarrassed older gentleman holding a small basket of berries. I could tell I wasn't being home-invaded by that point, since most home invaders are not old men, and do not come with berries, but since I was wearing a bra, and since he had just walked into my house without announcing himself, I immediately demanded to know who he was while doing my best not to scream and freak out. I grew up in some small towns, so I know that it's not absolutely drop dead unusual in all sections of the small-town world to just walk into someone's house if you are looking for them, so I knew that screaming at this poor man would just give him as much of a heart attack as he'd just given me, and then I would have a lot harder time getting him out of the house. He did his best to avert his eyes from my sexy black bra, while asking as apologetically as possible if I could tell him where the house which bears the same number as mine, but is designated A is located (I am B, which is strange because I am also the first unit you hit, being closest to the street). I told him to go to the back, the red house, not me.. I was mostly polite, but yeah, very tense and clearly not pleased to have a stranger in my house who hadn't knocked. He apologized again and let himself out. I locked the door behind him.
SO... Since all this had happened into Crash's voicemail, I called him back a third time, and tell his voicemail that the second message had been left during a little home invasion, but it's all good, nothing to worry about... I end up talking to Crash on the IM about it, and now that my heart is beating again, I can finally laugh knowing it's all kinda my fault..
First- I know this confusion strikes many people, young and old. The house is very poorly labelled. My door simply has a number on it, despite the fact that it should also have a B. I am going to the hardware store TODAY and buying a B to add to the door. Second- I will also finally get around to sticking a note on the mailbox with tape, including our names and the fact that we are unit B, not A, and that A is in the back... Clearly this is going to have to be something I just paint on the damn mailbox when I get around to painting it, which I should try to get around to a lot faster. Third- I must finally resolve the lack of doorbell issue. It's not doing us much good at the moment because you can't hear it well from where it's plugged in, and there's no plugs where I wanted to plug it, but I can fix that with an extension cord I finally found yesterday. That way I will also stop missing the various people who are too polite to walk in without knocking to surprise me in my underwear.
I was standing in my kitchen, trying to call Crash for the second time, only wearing a skirt and a bra because I was still getting dressed, when the front door started to open. At first I thought it was Crash coming home for lunch without warning, which would be unusual but not completely shocking. Instead, it was a very confused, and soon very embarrassed older gentleman holding a small basket of berries. I could tell I wasn't being home-invaded by that point, since most home invaders are not old men, and do not come with berries, but since I was wearing a bra, and since he had just walked into my house without announcing himself, I immediately demanded to know who he was while doing my best not to scream and freak out. I grew up in some small towns, so I know that it's not absolutely drop dead unusual in all sections of the small-town world to just walk into someone's house if you are looking for them, so I knew that screaming at this poor man would just give him as much of a heart attack as he'd just given me, and then I would have a lot harder time getting him out of the house. He did his best to avert his eyes from my sexy black bra, while asking as apologetically as possible if I could tell him where the house which bears the same number as mine, but is designated A is located (I am B, which is strange because I am also the first unit you hit, being closest to the street). I told him to go to the back, the red house, not me.. I was mostly polite, but yeah, very tense and clearly not pleased to have a stranger in my house who hadn't knocked. He apologized again and let himself out. I locked the door behind him.
SO... Since all this had happened into Crash's voicemail, I called him back a third time, and tell his voicemail that the second message had been left during a little home invasion, but it's all good, nothing to worry about... I end up talking to Crash on the IM about it, and now that my heart is beating again, I can finally laugh knowing it's all kinda my fault..
First- I know this confusion strikes many people, young and old. The house is very poorly labelled. My door simply has a number on it, despite the fact that it should also have a B. I am going to the hardware store TODAY and buying a B to add to the door. Second- I will also finally get around to sticking a note on the mailbox with tape, including our names and the fact that we are unit B, not A, and that A is in the back... Clearly this is going to have to be something I just paint on the damn mailbox when I get around to painting it, which I should try to get around to a lot faster. Third- I must finally resolve the lack of doorbell issue. It's not doing us much good at the moment because you can't hear it well from where it's plugged in, and there's no plugs where I wanted to plug it, but I can fix that with an extension cord I finally found yesterday. That way I will also stop missing the various people who are too polite to walk in without knocking to surprise me in my underwear.
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Date: 2006-07-13 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 05:21 pm (UTC)But speaking of random favors I *could* ask of you- Do you or anyone you know have access to a dolly? We need to shift a fridge to the basement.. If not, it's no biggie, as many places rent 'em.. :)
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:32 pm (UTC)I do like the knocking though, just in case I was doing something naughty.. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 09:35 pm (UTC)But think how happy you must have made that old guy. :)
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Date: 2006-07-14 05:42 pm (UTC)