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Something a tad bit similar happened yesterday.
While sitting in my living room watching an Argentine League game, I notice a suspicious looking guy walking around in the yard, and a an equally suspicious car in the street with the driver side door open. I lose track of him in my yard and remember I have a ladder erected on the side of the house, as a friend is working on some roof issues I've been having. My friend had left for the hardware store and left the ladder up, after all this is the middle of a Saturday afternoon.
Quickly I ran upstairs to see this bozo at the top of the ladder looking about in a confused way. I shout out the window, "excuse me?". Obviously I startled him and he descended back down the ladder. I run back downstairs, out the front door to confront him. He told me he was there to pick up the ladder. I said it was my ladder, and he didn't give up. "Paul...uh, Johnson told me to come by and pick it up for him". I told him again it was mine and to get lost. He squinted at my address and said "oh, I have the wrong address." He hurried back to the car with his crack whore girlfriend and sped off.
I'm so tired of crazies.
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