scccaaaaary
and the rain rain rain came down down down, and decided to wash me right off the road. i'm an adventurous type, but i'm not one to put my life on the line unless absolutely necessary. and with the 4 balder-than-bald tires on my car, i've become an expert at hydroplaning. but even my expertise couldn't help me when i started slipping downhill on the highway and fishtailing. to add to my nervousness, the guy at the car shop decided to point out my lack of rubber. thanks guy, trust me, i know.
this morning i also treaded my way to poway to sell my computer to "vincent" from craigslist. i had spoken to the seemingly young (19 maybe?) and aloof man a few times to make arrangements, and he even went so far to give me his address and home number and mom's name in case i wanted to drop it off earlier. he'd make sure that mom or grandma had the money ready if i came up and he wasn't there... all this to say that i was a bit surprised when i rolled up to the house, and it was covered in old-lady crap. i'm not sure how to explain that more than stuffed animals, lots of lace covered in slipcovers, floral and cat motifs, and other, uh, crap. just use your imagination, i'm sure you'll be halfway there. not sure if i had the right house, i knocked on the door, and a half-dressed 45 year old man answered the door and invited me in. i declined, preferring to stand in the rain rather than in the hallway of the smoke-filled house o' kitsch. vincent grabbed a tshirt (yay!) and some shoes and came out to the car to grab the computer. he opted to take the bag of peripherals rather than the heavier monitor or tower. luckily i had wrapped them in plastic and protected them from the rain, so i grabbed the monitor and hauled it to the frontdoor. he followed up with the tower, and asked me to bring the monitor inside. against my better judgement, i actually went inside and followed vincent to his room (which i think may have actually been the laundry room) , and on the way i met grandma, who may have actually been 103 years old. vincent seemed insistent that we be friends (me and grandma), because he introduced us about 4 times. grandma took my hand and led me to the crap-filled living room where she asked incredibly personal questions about my health and lifestyle. vincent looked proud to have brought a decent girl into the house. in the meantime, he kept avoiding my hints that i had to go, so if he could just fork over the money, i could run screaming from the house. vincent finally grabbed his wallet and waved the money in front of me, and i took it as quickly and gracefully as i could muster, having not breathed for the last 10 minutes. i finally escaped the house, stepping over ceramic frogs at the front door and navigating the lawn jockey and pink plastic flamingos. maybe not the smartest move i've made, but at least i'm rid of the computer, and vincent doesn't know where *i* live.
current mood: i'm scared and feel just a little dirty