This afternoon C&D didn’t want to sleep right after lunch. While they put my shoes on and told each other dirty jokes (“Trash truck! Ha ha!”) downstairs, trying very hard to persuade each other that we weren’t the slightest sleepy, I wiped up from lunch upstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I watched a man park a black Mercedes in front of my house, walk out with a disposable camera, and take about three pictures of my intersection and house.
Of my house?
Then he walked a few houses down the street, walked back and drove away.
He wore sunglasses and cargo pants loaded with gear. Is this what watching The Sopranos was like?
I considered asking him what he needed. Did he like my paint color, my half-done HardiPlank siding, or my half-done landscaping efforts (mostly mud)? I don’t know. I didn’t want to leave C&D alone downstairs. So I did the next best thing: since he took pictures of my house, I took pictures of him.
I put my images on my blog. I wonder what he’s doing with his?
2 responses so far ↓
1 // Jun 26, 2007 at 11:11 am
I’m thinking he’s a Realtor?
That happens around here from time to time.
He DOES look sort of creepy, though…
2 // Jun 26, 2007 at 1:46 pm
I thought about that, but
1) he didn’t take especially flattering pictures
2) he was using a disposable camera
3) he was wearing those pants!
I thought too, like Andy, that he might be taking pictures for accident purposes, but
1) I didn’t see evidence of an accident,
2) didn’t see him take pictures from multiple angles, and . . .
3) he was wearing those pants!
And, let’s not forget the sunglasses. He’s most certainly a spy. Or maybe a hitman with a tight budget? Or maybe a man with a passion for remodeling projects. Or maybe . . .
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