We have a neighbor named Celia who is one of our most frequent visitors.
She used to come over all the time to ask Josh for a ride to the store. He took her a couple of times, but finally told her that since the store is so close by, she should really just ride her bike. I don’t think she was very happy about that so she stopped bothering us coming over for a while.
We first met her before we’d officially moved in, when we were still fixing things up in our trailer. We saw her outside, just standing there for five minutes or so as if trying to make up her mind to do something, before she finally knocked on our door.
“Hi,” she said.
“Oh hey, how’s it going,” Josh said.
“Hi. I just wanted to come by and say hi,” she said. Then there was a long, awkward pause.
“Well, hey,” said Josh. Another long awkward pause. Times that by about five. Finally, Josh said, “well, it was really nice to meet you.”
Then she asked him for a ride to the store.
Anyways, the other day her mom came by and asked Josh for help fixing their oven door. So he went over and fixed it.
Then, Celia started coming over again, asking him for help fixing more things. He went over to look at their front door and fixed it up a bit. She started coming over more frequently. One of those times, I answered the door, holding my baby.
“Oh, did you have a baby?” she asked.
“I did, here she is,” I answered, trying to sound as friendly as I could.
“Oh, if I’d known I would have brought over some baby clothes or something, but I had no idea!” she said.
“It’s really OK, she has plenty of clothes,” I told her. “Well, I’ll let Josh know your door is dry. Seeya later!”
Two minutes later she came back with these:
“That’s so kind of you,” I said, “who did they belong to before?” I was pretty sure she didn’t have any kids.
“Oh, well I made them for my dog, but she didn’t like wearing them very much,” she replied.
Oh. Umm, thanks Celia.
Once, Josh and I were both busy, so even though we heard her knocking on the door neither of us answered it. But she kept knocking for like ten minutes straight. Josh finally answered it when she started pounding as hard as she could. He told her he couldn’t fix her door unless she bought some silicone.
“What? I don’t have the money for that,” she said. Josh informed her that that was too bad. I don’t think she liked that very much.
So maybe she’ll stop coming over again. At least for a little while.
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