(Community Matters) Just before lunch, I stopped by the house to pick up a file. The door bell rang, I was slow to answer and heard someone trying my door, finding it locked. When I answered, it was a twenty-something woman wanting to sell me something. She wasn’t exactly coherent, and she was wearing (I kid you not) fluffy pink house shoes. Though for this reason alone I should have written a big check, I declined to engage in conversation and she left. Since she’d tried to get into my house, I phoned the police. They said they’d come talk with her; I had to make a lunch at Headliners with Capcog’s Brian Kelsey.
This evening, another young woman came to the door. Again, I thought she was a twenty-something, but she said she was a home schooled high school student who’d won an opportunity to attend some sort of trip. Claimed she lived with her parents on 34th St. I was about to contribute to her cause since she evidently was the child of a neighbor, but she then launched into a magazine pitch, offering to send any unwanted magazines to “our fighting boys.” She was too rehearsed and all of a sudden I didn’t believe her. When I started asking more questions about her parents, she became defensive and I turned her down. I’m not certain I am right, but I don’t think she’s legit. Just sent an email to our neighborhood list serve. If she is a neighbor’s kid, I’ll buy a lot to make up for it.
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