I wasn’t prepared for this. Not that it’s a big deal or anything, just surprising.
We seem to get a decent number of visitors throughout a typical week. People pulling up our driveway and knocking on our door for one reason or another. A Jehovah’s Witness here, a census worker there. That kind of thing.
I asked Dave if he thought we get MORE people knocking on our door here than we did back in our old, very suburban, very walkable neighborhood. And he agreed that we do. I thought maybe I was just noticing it because I’m actually home during the day now. But I guess not.
Last week alone we had:
A census worker. I guess that’s not so unexpected.
A property appraiser. That one made us feel good – we’re not the only crazy people buying a house here.
Some random lady. We never figured out what she wanted, but there was no way I was going to answer the door on this particular morning. My hair was fired up, my face was unwashed, my pants were holey, and my sweatshirt was stained. And, as a rule, Dave only answers the door for Ed McMahon. Which now poses a problem (RIP, Mr. McMahon). I think “Stranger Danger” really made an impression on him as a kid. So, anyway, this poor lady lingered on the porch for a few minutes while we hid upstairs. We’re bad people.
Oh, and a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses. This one was kind of odd because as I was pulling down our driveway there were two women sitting in their car blocking the entrance to our road. I thought maybe they missed a turn and were waiting for a break in traffic to turn around. When they saw me coming they backed up their SUV to let me out (how considerate). I tried to make eye contact and gesture to see if they needed any help, but they were pretty obviously trying to avoid me, so I went on my merry way. As I looked in my rear view mirror they were pulling into our driveway. Weird.
When I got home, I saw that they’d left their calling card.
I hope they’re not too offended when we don’t show up tonight.
Gotta run. Someone’s at the door.