One of the guys who lives across the street not infrequently comes over for random, awkward invites. For example: a bunch of us are having pizza at my apartment around six. You should come. Translation: Just I'm having pizza, and you should come so we can hook up. Um, no thanks. Last week, he knocked on the door, gave a plate of cookies to Caitlin (who was the one who answered the door), said, "I made you some cookies," and just walked away. Um, weird.
Last Friday, he came by again. (I, fortunately, was downstairs in my room, and so didn't have to provide an answer.) He had a pen and paper with him and asked if anyone in our apartment was less than single. That's right: less than single. Ew. Yes, he had a pen and paper. No joke.
For the record, if he ever corners me, I am never ever available. Ever.
We don't even know if he's actually the ward greeter--he might just stand there, handing out programs, doing reconnaissance.
{shudder}
5 comments:
Less than single?? Ew. That last sentence made me laugh out loud!
Shut up. He did not have a pen and paper. Is he related to Dwight or his cousin Mose (is that his cousin's name)?
CREEPER!
I can testify to this guy's creepiness. I was there when he brought over the cookies, and it was weird. Thanks for showing me his picture in the ward directory; the visual really adds to the effect.
Pretty sure he's Jerry Man!
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