Yesterday morning as I was leaving for work, I walked out in front of my apartment to find a guy about my age, dressed in jeans and an untucked button-up standing on my neighbor's front lawn. He was holding a notepad and trying to surreptitiously look past the curtains in the front window of their picket-fenced colonial. He saw me out of the corner of his eye, quickly stepped to the side of the house to look down their side yard, and wrote something on his notepad. He then turned around, said hi to a very curious me, and then got in his silver, sans-plates Volvo and sped off.
Does anyone else find this suspicious? Odd, at the least. But odd is not a new description for my neighborhood.
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