Knock! Knock! Knock!
Dry my paint brush...answer door.
Wee, little lady wearing golfing visor and huge spectacles....holding clipboard. This will not be easy.
Her : Good Evening. (it is only 2:30pm) Do you live here alone?
Her: I know that...there's another woman lives here, does she?
Her: You own the house next door too?
Her: See a lot of people coming and going from here....
Me: Yes. Well, we have an art studio.
Her: People say you paint things....saw it in the paper. You make a living at that?
Her: But you don't belong here.
Me: No. I just live here.
Her: Where's your woman to?
Me: Ah...working next door.
Her: Fella up the road says that's some new vehicle you've got there.
Her: My dolly, you've got a lot of colours on your shirt. That's the dirtiest shirt I ever saw! (She actually pokes me in the stomach with her pen...I turn red)
Me: Yes, I was painting. (I wave my brush around like an eejit)
Her: Do you want to buy tickets on a turkey?
And so I buy a ticket to win a turkey I will never win. Who knew it would be so difficult to buy a turkey ticket? Does everyone have to answer the same questions? If I had answered wrong, would I have been disqualified from the turkey draw?
In the past 5 years I have bought tickets for fish cakes, roast beef dinners, turkey dinners, cold plates, Christmas hampers, Easter hampers,ham plates, fish and brewis, church raffles and turkey hampers. I have been interrogated at every point of sale.....keep in mind, they are coming to MY door. At first, I thought they were from the census department. I truly think these women should work for the FBI. I do understand the curiosity...we are artists and live in a kooky-looking house and we ARE new here (only 5 years).
We don't mind buying the tickets. And we really do love our town. I just wish that sometimes I would win the turkey instead of feeling like one!
Image: "Just Ask Edna" A Tribute to Nosey Neighbours
by Cara and Pam
Hand-Carved Pine, Acrylics, Mixed Media