In other news, while on my sickbed...

[arib]

Which was actually a couch, parked in front of the TV. That's not the important part.

This afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was an honest to goodness federal agent. A G-man, a fed, The Fuzz. Badge and credentials and everything.

Turns out one of my former upstairs neighbors is applying for a security clearance of some sort, and the guy was investigating her. He was trying to get in touch with her old housemates to interview them.

After he realized that the longest conversation I'd probably ever had with her was: "'Hi, I'm Ari, I just moved in downstairs.' 'Hi, I'm so-and-so, I'm on the second floor,'" he lost interest.

Still, interesting.

Comments

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

Actually, you told him a lot. Not speaking to neighbors is a downcheck in many security examinations. Shows anti-social tendencies and the like.

[arib.livejournal.com]

She moved out very shortly after I moved in, and I made sure to point that out to him.