I know we all look alike to you.

[amezri]

This afternoon a boy came to our door asking about cleaning our lawn again this year. Because he always did our yard in the spring.

Thing is, I'd never seen him before. I told him as much and that we had someone else who did our lawn. Someone who I know well because I'm always the one who hands him the money because I'm the only one who's home. And awake.

No, he insisted. He remembered this house - and the lady who lived here, Mrs. Yan. He asked if she was around. I looked at him, trying to figure out if I heard that correctly. Nope, no one here by the name Yan.

"Are you sure? Did they move away recently?"

Listen, kid, I've lived here for 25 years. There is no one by the name of Yan in this house. "Uh. Nope. I think you have the wrong house."

After a couple more back and forth questions, where he insisted he'd done the yardwork here before, I gave up and asked him how much he charged and if he had a card or a number or something. He said he'd rather talk with my mother ("Mrs. Yan," he was probably still thinking) about it. Fine, fine. Whatever. GO AWAY. I told him she wouldn't be back until after 5pm tomorrow.

Look, I know we all look the same to you, but seriously, gve it up. Go away, kid, you bother me.

Comments

[arysani.livejournal.com]

Dude. I would have just shut the door in his face. "No Yans here, go away. *slam*"

And SCENE.

You get a gold star for not giving him a punch in the schnoz for being a stalker.

[amezri.livejournal.com]

He never did come back yesterday. I bet he figured out he had the wrong house (and the wrong Asians) after all. :P

[rpc180.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine what you'd say to what happened to me at Miami Int'l. That police force is seriously whack.

[amezri.livejournal.com]

I totally want to hear all about it when I see you at the shoot. heh.

[amezri.livejournal.com]

I totally want to hear all about it at the shoot!