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Long story warning.
While I was walking our dogs I noticed someone threw away a very nice large and expensive propane BBQ/grill/oven (apparently in excellent condition) with a motorized rotisserie, very high quality and probably $1000+ when new.
Just last night I used our rusted out old Webber cheapie charcoal grill and I was thinking it was time to replace it.
I rushed back with a dolly and straps to roll it down the sidewalk to our house.
I'm not too proud, or whatever, to take another person's 'trash' if it's groovy enough.
Thirty minutes later I heard a knock at our door.
That only happens maybe once a month, if that ... and that is always someone selling crap or arrogantly regurgitating their religion.
I was concerned it was the people who had the grill and they did not intend to throw it away.
That's the only reason I answered the door (I usually don't).
I would have apologized profusely and given it back.
It was a man, about 50, who said he grew up in our house, which is almost 100 years old.
Just last night my next door neighbor told me there were a bunch of recent break-in in our neighborhood so I was suspicious.
But he offered descriptions of very obscure details of the interior that only a person who lived here would know.
A guest would not know the things he knew.
I'm pretty jaded and skeptical, but think I have good radar about people.
He also offered his name and it matched the last name of mail I still get 15 years after buying the house.
That name was 'carved' into the cement around the house.
I trusted him.
I invited him in and we had a delightful 30-minute visit touring the house.
He told me lots of his family history as it relates to the house.
After he met our dogs he said they had a dog of similar size but gray.
Sure nuff I found two pics of such a dog when I moved in.
One reason I was sympathetic to his claim is ... I did the exact same thing once.
Long ago I happened to be close so I drove to my childhood house in the midwest and knocked on the door.
No answer, so I knocked on the neighbor's door.
They answered and let me in.
Same family still lived there and we spent a delightful hour or so chewing the fat about the past.
Would you have let this man in?
While I was walking our dogs I noticed someone threw away a very nice large and expensive propane BBQ/grill/oven (apparently in excellent condition) with a motorized rotisserie, very high quality and probably $1000+ when new.
Just last night I used our rusted out old Webber cheapie charcoal grill and I was thinking it was time to replace it.
I rushed back with a dolly and straps to roll it down the sidewalk to our house.
I'm not too proud, or whatever, to take another person's 'trash' if it's groovy enough.
Thirty minutes later I heard a knock at our door.
That only happens maybe once a month, if that ... and that is always someone selling crap or arrogantly regurgitating their religion.
I was concerned it was the people who had the grill and they did not intend to throw it away.
That's the only reason I answered the door (I usually don't).
I would have apologized profusely and given it back.
It was a man, about 50, who said he grew up in our house, which is almost 100 years old.
Just last night my next door neighbor told me there were a bunch of recent break-in in our neighborhood so I was suspicious.
But he offered descriptions of very obscure details of the interior that only a person who lived here would know.
A guest would not know the things he knew.
I'm pretty jaded and skeptical, but think I have good radar about people.
He also offered his name and it matched the last name of mail I still get 15 years after buying the house.
That name was 'carved' into the cement around the house.
I trusted him.
I invited him in and we had a delightful 30-minute visit touring the house.
He told me lots of his family history as it relates to the house.
After he met our dogs he said they had a dog of similar size but gray.
Sure nuff I found two pics of such a dog when I moved in.
One reason I was sympathetic to his claim is ... I did the exact same thing once.
Long ago I happened to be close so I drove to my childhood house in the midwest and knocked on the door.
No answer, so I knocked on the neighbor's door.
They answered and let me in.
Same family still lived there and we spent a delightful hour or so chewing the fat about the past.
Would you have let this man in?