A Pox on Your House: An Odd Thing to Say, An Odd Way to Say It

I didn’t have work today, and sometime during the afternoon there was pounding on the garage door (to the left in the photo). I went out the front door (the right door in the photo) and saw a tall young man well dressed in black carrying plastic grocery bags in his right hand.

I said, “Hello?”

He turned to face me. He was thin, and wore an eye patch on his right eye. He was dressed in a long black cloth coat and black trousers and black doc martins lace up high top boots. He said to me “What are you doing in there?”

I said to him “What do you mean?”

He answered “What are you doing in there? You don’t own it.”

I said to him “What are you talking about?”

To which he said “And why isn’t anyone answering this door?” with a kick of his foot towards the garage door.

To which I said “What are you looking for?”

To which he replied “We’ll be back,” and took off down the lane.

Now I don’t know if I should feel threatened that some skinny thug with an eyepatch has taken a dim view of my living here (after three years) or if I should feel flattered that such a dashing post-edwardian goth pirate has noticed the existence of thisCastle at all.

WeegiftieRegardless of his intention, his possible insult was not the first that I received from the neighbourhood today. Here is the first:

Yuck. I can think of few things that are more disgusting than having to clean some unknown person’s shit from your front doorstep, except maybe cleaning it from  your shoes.

~ by thiscassandra on Monday 11 June 2007.

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