Knock Knock. Who's There?

What kind of neighborhood does this idiot live in?

It's almost shocking that she admits that she lives somewhere where homeless people walk around knocking on her door. The best part? This bitch is so lonely she invites him in and gives him money. Think she slid down her very large big girl panties and gave him a taste? I think so.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Knock Knock. Who's There?

Last night I was kicked back on the couch with my windows opened and my front door open so that a breeze could come through the screen door when I hear this light tapping and my cat Jasper took off running like a bat out of hell.

So I looked and this elderly black gentleman was knocking on my door. I say elderly but I am not sure how old he was. He had white hair though and looked to be late 50's or 60's. Anywho he was neatly dressed and pleasant looking so I went over to the door and talked to him through the screen without unlatching the door.

He starts this speil about he is so and so and I have probably heard of Hoop It Up (this is a program where kids do this basketball tournament contest thing to keep them busy and off the street) and that he is in charge of it and I have probably seen him on TV. And he points to his shirt where Hoop It Up or whatever was written on it, and then he says he has run out of gas at the convenience store down the street. He only needs to move his car or van or whatever up the street and he has no money on him and he is looking around and my house is the only light on so this must be where God led him.

And so I finally interrupt and ask "Do you need some gas?" and he says yes he does God Bless me if I help him out. So I went to my purse and fished around and came put with three $1 bills which I gave him. He was very grateful and walked off down the street to the convenience store and I closed my front door and locked it and said forget about a fresh breeze for now if people are going to wander up on my porch like this.

Anyway I honestly don't know who the guy is, if he is with Hoop It Up or not, if he is some guy from the half-way house up the street (a place where people out of jail and prison stay to transition back into society), or just some broke ass wino who was desperate or something. It really didn't matter much to me because he was the most polite and neatly dressed bum I have evern seen in a while if that is what he was-not to mention he could have just robbed someone or something instead of asking-plus I figure you have to be pretty desperate to knock on a stranger's door like that and what if it were me and I were really out of gas and needed help?
Even if he bought wine or cigarettes or whatever it's really the spirit in which something is given that counts most and not what someone does with what you give them, or at least that is what I believe anyway.

Anywho, it was still sort of annoying to be sitting at home minding your own business and have this sort of intrusion, an invading of your own private space if you will. I mean I rarely open my door but it would be nice to, but who wants to if people are going to knock and ask for stuff? I have had people knock and ask me for antibiotics before. It's crazy-I came upstairs and could see this person trying to look in my door window so I opened the door and was like what do you want, and they said antibiotics. Yeah right. There's a big black market for antibiotics, and don't you know lots of people just have extra bottles of them laying around? Whatever. Sometimes you would just like to sit at your own damn house and be and have everyone let you be is what I am trying to say. But this is just another example of how weird shit happens to me and still probably would even if I were a recluse. I hope the guy got whatever he needed and I hope what he needed really was gas.