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bellatif's blog post - the mailman
| Saturday, June 10, 2006, 9:01:53 AM |
So Friday, after I was off from work, I went back home. Just in time to see the start of the World Cup with boyfriend. Yep, Friday afternoon his mostly back home. Anyhow I had to do that little thingy. Bring mrs. Tinkerbell's mail. So I gather all my courage and knocked on her door. But nobody opened. And for a second, I was thinking just to leave it in front of her doorstep, but then I thought what if someone takes it. I don’t want to be blamed if her mail would be missing. So I decided to take it with me and try later. Maybe even send boyfriend to give it to her. So anyhow, like 30 minutes later, someone knocked on my door. And just like I expected it was her with the dogs, Sissy and Sassy. She said, “I thought u would be home now”. I smiled and said “Let me take your mail” (and the key of her mailbox). So while I was going to the kitchen, she was standing in the door opening. And she asked: “So how was you’re day dear?”. I answered from my kitchen, “Busy like usually”. On which she replies: “You must be exhausted working so late. I saw your lights on yesterday night!”. I did not reply on that first comment, seeing it is not something I need to explain why I was up late. Or what I was doing. But it just proves that she must keep a close eye on me. So while I was giving her the mail, she said: ‘I see you painted’, looking at my dining room. But I’m sure she knew that already. She knows like everything. After that there was like an awkward silent moment. She looked at me like she wanted to be invited. And I already felt uncomfortable. Smiling and eventually asking her if she wanted to look. Before i really could answer, she already came inside. Of course followed by Sissy and Sassy. While we were all looking at the dining room, I did not really know what to say. So she probably wanted to brake the ice by saying “you painted yourself?”. I replied that we indeed paint it our self. Then she gave a comment: “a good painter is so expensive”. She looked at me and said, “But you are both young!”. I did not understand that, but it was probably something mean. Or at least in my head it sounded like that. Luckily she said then, “I have to go now dear. Give my regard to your boyfriend, I hear his back home.” Probably wanted to mention that she heard the television playing. And I was like, “Ooh, ok”. Still a bit uncomfortable around her. While she was walking to her front door, she said: “Thank you dear. I wouldn’t know what to do without you”. Again didn’t know what to say. So I just smiled. After I closed my door, I was like that was quick but strange. I still have the feeling she wasn’t there to mock our painting skills. Maybe she forgot the real reason. But the next days I will have to be very quiet to avoid her. |
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