so I’m rounding up my dirty clothes for a trip to the laundromat, and there’s a knock on my door. this is doubly weird. partly because I have not ordered a pizza (my most frequent visitor has a Papa John’s sign on top of his car) and partly because ti si not late in the vening when strangers usually knock on my apartment door to ask for money or cigarettes (which they don’t get).
Today it was a woman in long pajamas, asking where Mark was. I don’t know anyone named Mark, I tried my best to advise her there is no Mark at this residence, but she was already running off somewhere else.
what the fuck?
my theory is that she was given bad directions and told to go the door under the stairs, which could signify either my door or a door across the parking lot under a different set of stairs, and nobody told her which building to go to.
October 5, 2008 at 8:46 pm |
I suspect that seeking logicality is the root of your confusion.
But MY theory is that she was a specialist sex worker, looking for her ‘mark’… ;)
October 5, 2008 at 10:41 pm |
Naomi might be on to something.
October 7, 2008 at 9:05 am |
but around here, the sex-worker customers are called “Johns,” so she would’ve been asking for John
a Mark is the victim of a con-artist, so she may have been a sex-working con artist.
October 8, 2008 at 9:54 am |
Was she hot? Hell she had pajamas on!!! Of course I’ve noticed a lot of schmucks wear their pj’s in public now…