The Nerve.
I couldn’t believe it. I walked outside to retrieve my cell phone from my car. After I grabbed it a lady holding a rather large vase tried to squeeze in between me and the car next to me. Here is the conversation that followed - my thoughts throughout this ordeal are inside of the parentheses:
Lady: Oh do you live here?
Me: Yep
Lady: Oh then you can help my daughter move in!
Me: Uhhh. (What?!? Living here got me qualified to help your daughter move in?)
Me: Uhhh.
Me: Uhhh.
Lady: Yeah, you just have to help with the sofa, dining room table, and dresser. We can get the rest.
Me: Uhhh. (Are you psycho?)
Me: Well knock on my door when you’re ready
* Ok so I could hardly fathom what just happened. This lady was totally out of her mind and I virtually committed to helping her by stuttering unrecognizable syllables. (She must have done this before)
Lady: Knock knock. (are you kidding? you really expect me to help?)
Me: Oh crap Troy, Here goes nothing…
Lady: So what year are you?
Me: I graduated last year
Lady What do you do?
Me: I started a small software company with my buddy
Lady: Oh, so you can help my daughter when she has computer problems
Me: Uhhh. Uhhh. Maybe. (I can’t believe I just said that)
Lady’s Husband: You can help me with computers too! I’ve got some problems!
Me: Uhhh. (Yes you do have problems senor, this stuttering is killing me).
Meanwhile, Troy is running from window to window taking pictures and laughing at me. Pictures are posted below - the one on the right is the next guy who got duped (they were through a window screen, please forgive). Yes, I helped move the dresser and dining room table before I claimed I had a conference call at 5 and had to run. Wow, that was weird.
Filed by ryanroth at May 5th, 2005 under Moveerevews