Last week, I was sitting at home watching the news, when I looked outside and saw a man park his truck, get out – and head towards my front door. Being the chicken that I am (and having just seen a crime related story), I decided to not answer my door to the strange man. He knocked a few times, and Wallace barked ferociously back at him. I stayed out of sight, and after he was gone I called my mom to analyze who it could have been and what they could have wanted.
My explanation, of course, was that he was a serial killer looking for his next unsuspecting victim. He would probably ask to use my phone because his truck was “broken down” and I, being the kind hearted gal that I am, would’ve invited him in and been TOAST. My mom wasn’t so convinced, but she was glad that I didn’t answer the door to a stranger. I listened in elementary school, thankyouverymuch.
Three days later, I went out onto my front porch to make sure that it was dry from a recent downpour (side note: Lord, if you are reading this, it’s ok to send someone else some rain. Perhaps Arizona? And, also, I’m sorry about the language.). And there, right next to one of my rocking chairs, was an apple pie and a note. A welcome package from a church I went to the week before.
Christian women baked me a pie and had it delivered, and I thought they were trying to kill me.
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Hilarious!! The same exact thing happened to me when I was in Augusta!! I was across the street at a neighbor's house and watched the guy walk up to my door…I felt terrible when I saw the apple pie! Hope you are doing well and hope to see you soon 🙂 XO
Love that you are going to church missy… see God was blessing you, well hopefully it was a carb day 🙂
Don't eat it! It might have poison in it!
I blame this paranoia on the TV show "Unsolved Mysteries"!! To this day- I still walk really fast past the kitchen window at night b/c some uncatched killer could be out there looking in!