Well, stranger things have happened whilst reading the Dope, but I just took an offer to buy a used Honda CR2. . . but I already have a Ford F-150.
So, I’m sitting here surfin’ da Dope, listening to Sugarland’s Baby Girl, when I think I hear a knock on my sliding glass door. I couldn’t tell, so I blow it off.
A few seconds later I finish sipping a sudsy brew and get up to get another one. That’s when the scariest thing I’ve seen in quite awhile appears to me. Across my living room, I can see a cornrowed/dreadlocked woman with multiple piercings and glasses standing on my apartment patio [sub]I’m ground floor[/sub] looking into the apartment.
She’s got her hands in her pockets and doesn’t appear to be bleeding or anything, so I inquisitively open my sliding glass door, “Can I help you?”
Her: “Are you still interested in buying my CR2?”
Me: 
“I beg your pardon?”
Her: “Are you still interested in buying my CR2? I spoke with you a couple of years ago. You said you’d buy it.”
Me: “Um, no, not me. . .”
Her: “Don’t you drive a Honda CR2?”
Me: “Nope. Not me . . .”
Her: “Well, is your roommate home?”
Me: “Nope, it’s just me right now. . . I don’t have a roommate.”
Her: “Oh, well the guy I spoke to lived here, and he drove a CR2 also. He said he’d buy it if I was going to sell it. . .”
Me: “No, I’ve been here since the summer of '03. He’s long gone. . .”
Her: “Oh, well okay, if he does come back though, let him know. . .”
Me: “Um, okay. . .”
Her: “Thanks anyway! Bye!”
Me: ::stands there scratching his head::
So, anyone near the Great Falls micropolitan area need a used Honda CR2? I’m sure she’ll give you a good price. The worst part was that she was standing between my door and my grill, cooking my steak dinner. How dare she?!?! :mad:
I’m not sure if I should lock and bar the door or not. I mean, I do live next to avowed Neo-Nazis though. . .
Tripler
Yeah, it’s an interesting neighborhood here. . .