a pounding at the door...

[forgotten_aria]

This morning we were awoken to someone ringing our bell and pounding on our door for several minutes. Greg checked the peephole and didn't reconize the person nor was he wearing a uniform. We were both not in street clothes, so I threw on my pajamas to answer it, being cautious. A very thin , white, man in a blue water proof jacket caring a shovel is standing there and he says, "Do you want me to shovel your walk way?"

Now he's been pounding hard for minutes now. Ringing our bell. And this is his question. I infact said, "You were pounding for this? No." I start to close the door and he says, "but I want to. The walk way next to the white car." I have no idea what he's talking about say, "You woke us up," and close the door.

I later peek out the window and don't see any snow near our neighbor's white car. So I still don't know what he's talking about.

He's now walking up and down the street.

Comments

[dcltdw]

Wacky.

[nacht_musik]

if you hadn't shoveled your sidewalk, could this have been some kind of obtuse passive-aggressive way of complaining about it?

[forgotten-aria.livejournal.com]

But we had. Plus the "white car" is another house down. We hadn't shoveled the space between the sidewalk and edge of the plowed bit on the road, but that shouldn't be in anyone's way but our own.

And what was with the desperate pounding? I wasn't just ring... wait.... knock.... ring.... it was

POUNDPOUNDPOUNDringPOUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUND

[oakenguy.livejournal.com]

Sometimes a guy just really, REALLY hates snow.

Creeeeepy.

[cfox.livejournal.com]

Maybe he had some form of developmental delay (autism, perhaps?). That would explain the "adult trying to get a job that teenagers do" and the inappropriateness of how he asked to do it.