Friday, September 25, 2009

It's ok; my tentacles are in the other pocket

This evening a suspicious-looking guy knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to have my driveway re-sealed.

Wary of a scam, I told him I was poor and couldn't afford anything.
(Sadly, this is true, although even if I did have money, I wouldn't be spending it on re-sealing my driveway.)

Without trying to convince me any further, he turned and left. I don't even think he said goodbye. He almost seemed eager to get away.

Maybe it's the fact that I looked horrible. I'd just gotten up from a nap, my hair was probably a mess, I had a huge zit on my right cheek the size of Iowa, and I was wearing an outfit that made me feel like Ursula the Sea Witch. So he may have left out of fear for his own life.
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12 comments:

Steven said...

Or was it that he was so wildly attracted to you that he couldn't face the power of his own inner urgings?

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Where did you get that outfit? I hate door-to-door salesmen. And why would I want my driveway re-sealed? I thought seals were endangered. Besides, how does it help to have your driveway slathered in seals, anyway? Americans are crazy!

Janna said...

Steve: Yes... that must be it...

MikeWJ: I wonder if Canadian driveways have harp seals.

Jeff said...

Ouch, that zit looks inflamed!

Oh, and I had to do a double-take on your title, what with tentacles looking so much like test...

Never mind.

unfinishedrambler said...

Based on your artist skills, I'd run too if I were him.

subtorp77 said...

Hey, it wasn't the same guy that was tryin' to buy your neigbour's truck earlier, was it? Just askin'...

Janna said...

Jeff: LOL! No, I never keep THOSE in my pocket. Those are in a safety deposit box over at the bank.

UnfinishedRambler: :) I can't decide whether to be flattered or insulted. :)

Subtorp: Nope. Completely different guy.

whall said...

I thought driveway sealing was our secret code so when I finally came and visited you in person you'd know what I looked like.

I was so hurt you forgot I had to skedaddle with utmost haste.

Gwenhwyfar said...

Janna, I love you.

Janna said...

Whall: Wait! I thought our secret code was "breakfast taco"....

Gwen: What did it? The scary hair, or the giant zit?

Gwenhwyfar said...

I think it was a little of both. Oh and I made a giant pot of chili yesterday, it gave me the worse gas ever. Somehow that made me think of you. It must be love.

Janna said...

Gwen: Wow, yet another person who was reminded of me during a bout of gas... After this happens a few more times, I might start wondering if I have a reputation or something. :)