Carrie Leigh (carrie_leigh) wrote,
Carrie Leigh


So I'm minding my own business, on my flowerdy, ruffledy couch, online, reading various things, when the doorbell rings.

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.

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