December 20, 2005

One odd interchange

This was after my grandfather's funeral and back at my parent's house. I don't want to forget this one, so I might as well share it with you here. Now remember, at this point, there were all sorts of people I didn't know at my parents' house:

Aunt M to me: How come I never got an invitation to your house in Westchester?

Me: Because we sold it and moved!

Stranger: You sold your house? How much did you get for it?

Me: (After turning to look at him and think about it for several long seconds) (Hold out my hand to shake) Hello, I'm Random Penseur. How nice to meet you.

Stranger: Hi, I'm Wendell Something. So, how much did you get for it?

Me: You know what, Wendell, I'm not at all sure that I'm comfortable having this conversation with you. And by the way, what are you doing to my father's bookshelves?

Stranger: I'm re-arranging the books so that they look nicer, putting them in size order. Doesn't that look better?

Me: I couldn't say (walking away shaking head).

I went and asked my dad if he knew some odd guy was re-arranging his books and he, already pretty emotional, went in and told the guy, after asking me if I was kidding, that if he didn't put every book back where it was, my dad was going to throw him out of the house. My dad later said he felt violated by having the guy rummaging through his shelves. I understand completely.

Like I said, an odd interchange all the way around.

Posted by Random Penseur at December 20, 2005 10:57 AM | TrackBack

I can't believe the never of some people. Asking somebody they barely know how much they got for a house, which they've probably never seen.

I just don't get people.

So, what'd it go for? :)

Posted by: phin at December 20, 2005 11:47 AM

That is seriously odd.

I would have asked him: Didn't yo mamma teach you tact?

Idiot. I would have felt violated, too.

Posted by: CJ at December 20, 2005 12:06 PM

I would have bitchslapped him into next week. But that's just me.

Posted by: Mark at December 20, 2005 09:06 PM

When he asked you how much you got for the house, you should have turned around and asked him something like, "So, during sex, do you prefer to be on the bottom or the top?". Then follow it up with, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was the time when we ask each other personal questions." Rude? Maybe, but you'd feel great for having done it, and I bet he'd think twice about asking that kind of question ever again!

Posted by: She at December 22, 2005 03:13 AM

I can't imagine somebody rearranging my books. That's like reaching into my drawers to adjust my package. It simply isn't done.

Posted by: Jim at December 22, 2005 12:48 PM

What a great comparison. At least, I could find the contents of my package after they were adjusted, I might not be able to find a particular book.

Just proves the universal truth: People are insane.

Posted by: owlish at December 26, 2005 11:13 PM
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