Weird Day
This is the current weather for Melbourne:
‘Blowing dust’? Where the hell are we?
And how soon does ‘blowing dust’ turn into ‘tornado,’ because that’s what it looks like out there. I am from the Midwest; I am dubious about this sky.
So that’s a little scary, but not as scary as this morning.
I was walking downstairs to eat breakfast when there was a pounding on the door. It wasn’t a knock, but angry-sounding pounding. An ‘I’m not answering that’-style pounding. It was shortly after nine am, a strange time for someone to be coming by.
I hesitated on the steps. I couldn’t see who it was, but I also couldn’t walk past the front door. We have a frosted window and whoever it was would know that someone was home.
Suddenly, the door rattled like someone was trying it to see if it was unlocked. And then the sound of someone trying to put something in the lock. I was motivated enough to reach down and grab the phone.
I sat there, phone in hand, unsure if I should dial the police or run and grab a knife. He pounded at the door again. I saw a yellow fluro jacket through the window, but all I could think about was all those cases in the 90s where women were being raped by fake utility inspectors.
After an eternity, the mailbox rattled and moments later I heard a car door open and shut.
Only then did I think that it might be the postman delivering a package from my mother.
The postcard in my letter box confirmed this. And now I have to drop by after 4:30 to collect my hard shoes.
Also confirmed, we have the most angry/terrifying postman ever. Why was he trying my door? I was like four feet away - that is definitely what was going on.
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