For those of you who don't know - and I suspect that that's most of you, as I don't believe I've mentioned this before - my former downstairs neighbour is currently staying with me. He was asked to leave his apartment and had nowhere else to go; so, being a soft touch, I offered my spare bedroom.
He's a builder, and starts his working day at about 7am, which means he's up at around 5am or so. (Luckily, I'm generally deep enough asleep that I don't get woken up when he does.) He's generally been back here for an hour or so before I get back from work.
This afternoon, though, he had a visitor, and arranged for a re-visit when I was in. Specifically, it was someone hawking groceries door to door, and was offering $50 worth of groceries for a mere $20.
My erstwhile roommate had been delighted to take him up on this offer - he bought some bread, milk and coffee for a bargain $10, so now there are two bags of milk in the bottom of the fridge. I should point out that:
a) that's not a typo - the milk at the bottom of the fridge is indeed in bags; and
b) there's a two litre bottle of milk in the fridge that we've not finished between us in a week, so quite how long it'll take us to get through a gallon, I hate to think.
I've done some asking around, and apparently door to door grocery sales aren't exactly common over here. I assume, given the fairly random list of things he was offering, that somewhere a corner shop was burgled, and he was busy trying to fence his ill-gotten loot, so people could eat the evidence...
I think my rather bemused expression was enough to put him off....
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