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I moved into my new place this weekend. Aside from not having internet hooked up yet (I'm using the one at work - don't tell anyone) it's a pretty nice place. Except...
I met one of my neighbors. The landlord gave me a brief intro to everyone I live around now. Very brief. "Two guys live there." "A woman lives there. She grows a lot of plants." And so on. Very helpful, Mr. Landlord. Now, on Sunday I get a knock at the door and when I open it I see this complete stranger, a guy, maybe 30 something years old, didn't look like he'd shaved that day, and he had what I call serial killed eyes. You know, the kind that have too much white showing, don't blink and try to make eye contact with you all the time.
I'm standing there sweating from all the unpacking and moving I'm doing and generally looking like a sack of rotting potatoes. So he's welcoming me to the area. Uh huh. Thanks, Mr. Name I Just Forgot. And then... he keeps talking. A lot. In the back of my mind I'm thinking up excuses to leave and close the door and hoping that he can see that I'm busy and don't want to talk to him. Then I start to think that maybe he's doing it on purpose so I change the direction of my thinking and start trying to remember where I packed the knives, or maybe the chopsticks and hoping they're nearby.
After about 20 minutes of this I was still alive and he left. I can't really remember what I said, but I probably agreed to come over and meet his roommate or something else I don't intend to do. In any case I'm making sure to keep my doors locked all the time just in case.
P.S. I don't really think I live next to a maniac, just that I live next to a guy who doesn't get out much and has less than perfect hygiene. But that doesn't make as interesting a post.
I met one of my neighbors. The landlord gave me a brief intro to everyone I live around now. Very brief. "Two guys live there." "A woman lives there. She grows a lot of plants." And so on. Very helpful, Mr. Landlord. Now, on Sunday I get a knock at the door and when I open it I see this complete stranger, a guy, maybe 30 something years old, didn't look like he'd shaved that day, and he had what I call serial killed eyes. You know, the kind that have too much white showing, don't blink and try to make eye contact with you all the time.
I'm standing there sweating from all the unpacking and moving I'm doing and generally looking like a sack of rotting potatoes. So he's welcoming me to the area. Uh huh. Thanks, Mr. Name I Just Forgot. And then... he keeps talking. A lot. In the back of my mind I'm thinking up excuses to leave and close the door and hoping that he can see that I'm busy and don't want to talk to him. Then I start to think that maybe he's doing it on purpose so I change the direction of my thinking and start trying to remember where I packed the knives, or maybe the chopsticks and hoping they're nearby.
After about 20 minutes of this I was still alive and he left. I can't really remember what I said, but I probably agreed to come over and meet his roommate or something else I don't intend to do. In any case I'm making sure to keep my doors locked all the time just in case.
P.S. I don't really think I live next to a maniac, just that I live next to a guy who doesn't get out much and has less than perfect hygiene. But that doesn't make as interesting a post.
