There was a little timid rat-a-tat-tat at my front door at 10.00 am this morning, and I answered it to this wild-eyed dude with crazy hair. I thought it must have been one of the kids’ strange mates, but he looked even too strange for that I had to admit.
Anyway, he whispered something through the security door, and after asking him to repeat it a few times ('cos I’m a bit deaf), it transpired that he wanted me to rent him out my carport. When I said “Nah, mate” he then asked if he could just stay there rent free!!
(JFTR, my carport is currently chocka-block full of crap and old furniture awaiting one of those hard-rubbish pickups next week…it must have looked tempting to Wild-Dude, but there is no way known that I want to see my carport rearranged into a living-area.)
In the end, I gave him a cigarette and invited him to take whatever furniture etc that he wanted. God knows where he is going to doss down with the stuff, but I AM going to be checking my property at regular intervals for the next few days and nights. Just in case.
I was considering calling the cops, but decided to give this fellow the benefit of the doubt, at least in the short term. It was pretty obvious that he suffered from some sort of mental illness, and while our local constabulary are very familiar with street people and their problems, I’m also aware that not all of them are sympathetic. If he comes back though, I’ll definitely call them
Hey, at least he had the courtesy to ASK me if he could doss down in my junk.
A hog rendering plant? Pure decadence … when I was a kid we had to live in the hog!! And hope the hog’s family didn’t notice the extra 42 people living in them!
Seriously, that’s strange. If you see him around again in your stuff perhaps you could call the police.
