I discovered today that stoners, or at least the one that wondered up on my doorstep, are eager to work. They are so eager, in fact, that they will graciously do your yard work when it’s pouring down rain.
I was running around the living room after Hannah and talking on the phone with my mom, when I heard someone knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw some skinny kid, probably about 18 or 19, standing there looking like a drowned rat in his ghetto-chic. I went ahead and cracked the door open, mainly because I didn’t want him to think no one was home and attempt to steal my 4Runner.
He then regaled me with a unintelligible tale, consisting of slurred works and jerky hand movements, while I eyed my pepper spray and made sure the storm door was locked. The kid was clearly on something. All I could make out was something about a hospital, a family member, and being locked out of some place. He then said that he noticed the rake and the pile of leaves, and would be willing to rake them for a few dollars. He started to say something else, but I cut him off by saying no, shutting the door, and throwing the deadbolt. I watched him wonder down the driveway and into the street from the window. My mom, who had been on the phone the entire time, fussed at me for even answering the door. I decided to keep an eye out in case he wondered back by. It was my intent to call the police if he did.
About 15 to 20 minutes later I glanced out and saw him leaning over the hood of a car in front of the house. I thought that he stopped someone, but upon further inspection I realized it was one of the unmarked police cars. A second car arrived and after a conversation between the two officer, the kid was cuffed and taken away.
And here I thought that I’d gotten away from all the weirdo people when I quit working at WalMart. Now their just showing up on my porch. Great….just great.