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:
Or was it that he was so wildly attracted to you that he couldn't face the power of his own inner urgings?
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!
Steve: Yes... that must be it...
MikeWJ: I wonder if Canadian driveways have harp seals.
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.
Based on your artist skills, I'd run too if I were him.
Hey, it wasn't the same guy that was tryin' to buy your neigbour's truck earlier, was it? Just askin'...
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.
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.
Janna, I love you.
Whall: Wait! I thought our secret code was "breakfast taco"....
Gwen: What did it? The scary hair, or the giant zit?
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.
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. :)
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