If a complete stranger knocked on your door and asked where you had purchased something that was seen in your yard would you find that bizarre and off-putting?
I don't answer the door unless I know who's on the other side.
I don't know I've had stranger things happen.
Once this black guy knocked on my door in the middle of a thunder storm and told me this story about how he was just released from the hospital with prostate cancer and can't afford his pain meds. He sounded sincere so I ended up giving him 20 bucks.
Another time this old guy knocked on my door and asked me if I have any juniper shrubs (I think it's a juniper shrub) that he could collect the berries from because my neighbor who is a snowbird allows him to shake the berries off his shrub. They're not edible, but the guy told me his wife makes something out of them. That one freaked me out more than the black guy with the prostate cancer. I always think to ask my neighbor about that when I see him and then I forget. This time when I see him outside I'm going to ask him.
(03-14-2016, 11:15 AM)Duchess Wrote: [ -> ]
If a complete stranger knocked on your door and asked where you had purchased something that was seen in your yard would you find that bizarre and off-putting?
Only if he had a shovel in his hand.
(03-14-2016, 11:15 AM)Duchess Wrote: [ -> ]
If a complete stranger knocked on your door and asked where you had purchased something that was seen in your yard would you find that bizarre and off-putting?
Nope. Thats quite commonplace in Hoosick Falls.
(03-14-2016, 11:42 AM)sally Wrote: [ -> ]I don't know I've had stranger things happen.
Once this black guy knocked on my door in the middle of a thunder storm and told me this story about how he was just released from the hospital with prostate cancer and can't afford his pain meds. He sounded sincere so I ended up giving him 20 bucks.
Another time this old guy knocked on my door and asked me if I have any juniper shrubs (I think it's a juniper shrub) that he could collect the berries from because my neighbor who is a snowbird allows him to shake the berries off his shrub. They're not edible, but the guy told me his wife makes something out of them. That one freaked me out more than the black guy with the prostate cancer. I always think to ask my neighbor about that when I see him and then I forget. This time when I see him outside I'm going to ask him.
Gin
I guess I'll just wait until I see her out in her yard. I don't want to come across as creepy. I spent a few years lusting after urns I had seen somewhere and I ended up finding them in the trash, not kidding, they were set out with the trash. I doubt I'll ever get that lucky again and find bigass lanterns at the curb.
(03-15-2016, 12:43 PM)Maggot Wrote: [ -> ]Knock, knock.
Heh.
Will you walk into my parlor?
Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.
your not playing nice!!
