Scary Encounter

At precisely 9:30 this morning, while making coffee, I received a knock on the kitchen door. I was caught off guard since we normally don't get visitors at that time of day, but assumed it was a neighbor, UPS or the local postal service. I rounded the corner and went to the door and saw this rough looking white man standing on my porch. He looked like trouble, wearing a white, touristy t-shirt that said "Orlando, Florida" that had been cut off at the shoulders. He had a scruffy looking pony tail and cut off jeans, and looked like he hadn't had a shower in a few days.

Call it a sixth sense or possibly paranoia, but immediately my instinct said don't open the door to this guy. Looking through the glass door I said, "Yes"? He said "would you like your driveway paved"? I said no, that I really didn't have the money right now, but would consider doing that at another date. He responded by informing me that they were offering dirt cheap prices right now. I stayed firm and said no, but told him to have a good day. Reluctantly, he left.

Immediately, I run upstairs to A., who was still in bed, and asked her to take a look at this guy because he freaked me out. His mere presence gave me chills. He had gotten into the passenger side of a green, chevy cavalier type car before A. could get a look at him, and they slowly drove away. This encounter begs many questions:

1. Since when do people go door to door asking if you want your driveway paved? Don't you have to call actual paving companies for that?

2. Would actual pavers be driving a chevy cavalier to do their paving work? Where do they keep their equipment?

3. Why would someone offer to do paving work on a rainy day? And at 9:30 in the morning?

I don't know if this guy was legitimate, or had something more sinister in mind. It was a strange encounter that left me unsettled.

jb