So I was hanging out at home with Sassy on Sunday and someone knocks on my door. Now, everyone who knows me knows that you don't just show up at my door. I prefer at least an hour's notice before company or I get a little cranky so I know it's not one of my friends. I corral Sassy, because she freaks out and squeals like a pig with excite whenever anyone knocks on the door. I open the door and there are these two guys standing there. They are kind of dressed like goth rockers -- dyed black hair, piercings, pale skin.. blah blah I look at them and ask if I can help them and the guy says in this booming voice with a southern accent "We're here to talk to you about the GLORIOUS Jesus Christ" kind of like a Television preacher.
Well, my initial reaction to that is "oh shit a crazy" in my head of course, and I just look at him and say "Nope" and start to close my door.. quickly. He busts up laughing and says "Wait, I'm just joking!"
Hesitantly, I reopen the door a bit and he says, "I rent the garage behind your house from Carol to fix bikes and practice music. I tripped a breaker and Carol said the breaker box is in your apartment."
I almost fell over laughing. His friend was snickering and I chuckled and told him I'd flip the breaker for him.
It was really funny. It kind of made my night.
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