Creepy visitor
One day I'm sat in my flat I can't remember what I was doing but I was disturbed by a knock on the door. As I went to open it, my flat mate was approaching the door to open it. She was a timid girl who found strangers scary, so I went with her to answer. At the door was the oddest looking man I've ever seen. He was short, looked about 60, gray hair sticking out from under a baseball cap and the thickest set of glasses I've ever seen.

"Hello!" I said with a smile. He said nothing, but pulled out an electronic device he began to tap at. My friend shot me a concerned glance. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Are you the ocupier of this house?" asked the man in a flat monotone voice. "Yes, we are." I confirmed. "I am coming in to read your gas meter." stated the man. My friend caught my eye again, she looked worried. "Have you got any ID mate?" I questioned, remembering my lessons from the real hustle. Wordlessly, he produces an ID for the gas company, I look at it and conclude I have no idea what I'm meant to see to prove he won't kill and/or rape us. "Ok mate, I'll show you to the meter." I say.

Walking down the hall, he continues to be creepy, you know when you pass an open door in a house you haven't been in you glance in? He just stared, drinking in the detail. My friend is clearly uncomfortable, I'm trying to look as big as possible, shoulders back, chest puffed out. I lead him to the meter. "That the right one?" I ask. He dosen't respond, gets the device out, types more, plugs it into the meter, taps some more. Finally, about 30 seconds later he unplugs the device and taps a few more times. "That is the meter, I have read it, sign this form." I signed the form, handed it over and watched as he turned around and left without a word. I followed, locked the door and turned to my flat mate. She had been freaked out by him, I found him unsettling.

He didn't do anything bad, but I'd not let him work with children or animals, or indeed any members of the public. Creepy bastard.
(Mong goose, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 0:09, 2 replies)

Imagine the shittiest weekend you've ever had...
... and now it's Monday teatime, and you still have to go and knock on strange people's doors - not knowing what kind of weirdo you're going to find - and plug a PDA into their gas meter. And then move on to the next house, the next weirdo, the next unidentifiable strange smell, the next creepy set of ornaments. Then the next, and the next.
And tomorrow you get to do it all again.

Now how chatty and enthusiastic do you feel?
(gordonjcp, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 9:33, closed)

now imagine you are sixty
your hair is grey and you have lived a mindless drudge of a life.

Thank your lucky stars that you have the luxury of feeling a little pity for one far less fortunate than yourself.

Then try to imagine that he is the fortunate one and that he lives a wonderful life and it is you that has no inner peace and contentment. - Now that IS creepy.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 13:53, closed)