Strangers at the Door

It is amazing all that goes on at your house while you're at work everyday. Now that I am home all day, I've come to realize that my home phone rings all day. I get all kinds of calls wanting me to donate money or tell me that I won something even though I didn't register for anything. My all time favorite is the calls that I get that as soon as you answer asks you to hold for a representative or even better asks you to hang up and call back using a 1-800 number. Do people really hold or call these 800 numbers? Well I don't. I just get annoyed by the amount of calls that I get. I think I just need to get a cell phone and get rid of my home phone...

Outside I'm amazed by all the people who don't work. The neighborhood is full of people walking their dogs, running, biking etc... You would think it was a weekend. There's one guy who rides his bike passed my house at least 3 times everyday, rain or shine. He is very motivated... much more than me that's for sure.

Yesterday after my Wii 30min workout, I had a knock at my door. My first thought was, now what?! My dogs were uncontrollably barking at two people standing at my front door. Unfortunately for me, my front door is a glass door so I can't hide and ignore that someone is there; especially when I am standing in the living room where they can see me. Knowing that I can't open the door without my dogs going crazy on these people, I had to take the time to put the dogs out back. The back door is also a glass door so it doesn't stop the dogs from barking uncontrollably, but does keep them from jumping up on people.

Now that I had the dogs all situated I opened my front door to find two young people standing there. It was a guy and a girl around 18 to 20 years old and even though not bad looking both were in need of a shower. The girl put out her hand and very quickly stated that she was related to one of my neighbors and wanted to introduce herself. She even used my neighbors name to seem more convincing. Finding this odd, I didn't shake her hand but instead asked her what I could do for her. She went into this long story about how they were trying to get back to London and that her dad told her he wasn't going to help her and that she needed to work to get the money to pay for it herself. Then the guy wanted to hand me some brochure in hopes I would give them money for something they were selling even though they had nothing in hand while the whole time representing themselves as relatives of one of my neighbors. This scenario seemed oddly familiar... while the girl was speaking I remembered a different young guy coming to my door a few months earlier saying the same thing except he used a different neighbors name as his "relative". It was at this "ah ha" moment that I politely told the girl that I wasn't interested in helping them and closed the door. Since my door is all glass we all stood and looked at each other for a brief moment before they turned and walked away. I then proceeded to watch them go across the street and door to door telling the same story they told me, but probably saying they were my relatives, who knows...

Anyway, please know that if someone oddly suspicious knocks on your door with some crazy story about needing money to go to college or travel oversees don't give them your name and certainly don't give them any money. Because the minute you do, you have now become their "relative" that they use to get your neighbors to give them money.

Who knew that while I was at work everyday, that people were calling my house and knocking on my door with all these strange requests. But now I'm here not missing anything that goes on. Adding to these things happening, we also just listed our house which means all kinds of people sit in their cars in front of my house or do the slow drive by. Some even want to look in the windows which is odd when they find me sitting at my computer watching them from the inside. BTW... I never let anyone in my house without a realtor or an appointment. You can never be to cautious when showing your home that is for sale.

This my world...