best service ever: i knocked on the door firmly (not the first time i’ve been here and i was getting fed up).
the door was opened abruptly by a girl with a pissed-off expression. “Who th- oh!!!! I love that website!!!” she says, doing a complete 180.
we do the dance and it transpires that she doesn’t actually live there but her bf, who’s my target’s brother, does. she calls him, apologizing for him being really involved in Call of Duty right now.
he comes to the door, stops dead, looking from me to her and back, then says slowly “i know you’re not her mother, cause I’ve met her, but are you, like, an aunt or something?”
the girl and i look at each other:
- we both have washed-out red-dyed curly hair (mine is long, hers is shoulder-length
- we’re both on the comfortable side of plump – me more so than she
- we’re both wearing black-framed glasses
- my black t-shirt has I fucking Love Science, hers has Nikola Tesla (all hail!)
- I’m wearing charcoal grey microfleece lounge pants, she’s wearing light grey Puma sweat pants
- I’m wearing beige suede slip-on loafers, she’s wearing tan suede Birkenstocks.
Whoa.