So, someone knocks on the door, just about 15 minutes ago. I pull aside the blinds. It's a young woman wearing a cloak, lotsa exotic makeup. Looked kind of gothic, actually, probably the kind of person I'd find interesting if it weren't 9 o'clock at night in a storm. She says something; I can't hear. I tell her to speak way up. She doesn't. I catch something about her car breaking down, and can she come in out of the rain-- I tell her no, I don't let strangers in. She says something else. I tell her again that I can't hear, although she seems to be having no trouble hearing me, and every time I ask her to speak up, she seems to be getting quieter. I ask her if she wants me to call someone. She says she's not sure of the number. I tell her I'll try information, and she holds up the cross she's wearing, says she's come from church, and I should let her in. Um, okay. Except no, I don't let in strangers, and if there's any way I can help her by calling, I will. I ask her if she wants me to call the cops to help her out. She whirls around and leaves, doesn't try my neighbor's door, heads on down the street.
Shah! Fucking people, I swear.