I always get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when the doorbell rings. That's irrational. I know. Anyhoo...
I open the door, and it's a crone.
I know. I know. That sounds horrible. But seriosly, think Snow White answering the door to the old lady with the apple, and THAT's what I was looking at. I kid you NOT.
Except she didn't have an apple. And she wasn't wearing a brown cloak.
She was wearing a red polka dotted shirt.
This sounds ridiculous.
She asked, "Who did your gutters?"
I replied, amused, "We don't have any gutters."
She backpedaled. "Uh.... no, I meant awnings. Who did your awnings?"
At this point I'm thinking to myself, Am I being recorded? What the hell is this? I replied, "Um... I think they came with the house."
Crone . "They look handcrafted."
Me. *nods* "The house was built in 1940."
Crone. "They don't look like anything available today."
Me. No response.
And then she rambled for a moment about being a senior citizen and having moments where she forgot things and then trailed off, looking at me.
Me. I bet she's having one of those moments right now.
Then she went on her merry way... getting into a car and driving off. I think she was casing my house. Just getting a look inside to see if there was anything worth stealing, you know? Or maybe it was some elaborate crone disguise... or she's a plant by the evil powers that be to take me down.
Or maybe she was really just interested in my gutters. Oh! Um, awnings.
But that seems just too surreal.