Monday, February 11, 2008
Let's make a deal
Because we have multiple personality disorder, BK and I were looking at townhouses over the weekend (this was mere hours before we decided, for the 90th time, that we do not want a townhouse), and we were climbing back into our car when a man with a pot belly and a jaunty newsboy cap sidled up to the car and motioned that we should roll down our window. We did. He offered to sell us his townhouse with all of the furniture still in it. We said we have our own furniture, but thanks. (Most of it's from Ikea and in need of replacement, but that doesn't mean I want THIS guy's furniture). Anyway after much cajoling on his part he convinced us to come into his house and take a look around to see if we liked it, despite the fact that it's not even on the market yet. It was decent. He had nice furniture. It was absurdly clean. We frightened his teenage daughter, who did not expect two nosy strangers in her home. The man, named Tom, joked he would sell us all of the shoes lined up against the wall in his garage. I joked back that I could always use more shoes. We left, feeling strange. Very strange.