13 January 2012
The tale of first impressions and burnt toast
I got the sense they were usually around, so after one long knock and then another I waited. I heard a voice from above "Hello" (she was standing on their upstairs balcony) Knowing time was of the essence I blurted out. "Hi, I am your new neighbor Lisette and I just locked myself out the my house and it would not be such a big deal other than I have toast burning in the oven. May I use your phone to call my husband?" Fortunately she was home, although she was sick she was kind and allowed me to use her phone. Our first meeting went nothing like I had planned; instead I was a smelly, sweaty and a wild eyed woman. Maybe for the second impression I will go with treats in hand looking cute. Then again, I guess this is what neighbors are for.