Mysterious Visitors

I took my usual route to The Pony's house on Sunday. Probably my last time to do so for the year, since it takes me right through the intersection where construction of a roundabout will begin on Monday. Anyhoo... this shortcut takes me past the Double Hovel flip house(s), on the street in front of the Beauty Shop. I always check to see if anybody might be touring the houses with a realtor. So far, I had never seen anyone.

WHAT'S THIS???

As I drove by, I saw a red pickup truck parked in front of the main house! At first I thought it might be Hick, perhaps showing one of his cronies his handiwork. SilverRedO is a red pickup truck, you know. And this one was a Chevrolet. But it didn't quite look like SilverRedO. Especially when I saw the people coming around it, headed for the gate.

The man was the perfect example of a good ol' boy. He might be pictured next to that definition in a dictionary. Do people still use dictionaries? If not, they don't know what they're missing. So many tangents to explore when you are perusing a dictionary page.

Anyhoo... this guy was probably named Bubba. On his birth certificate. No shade thrown on Bubbas. Bubbas are people too. He was a portly fellow, following his stomach as he walked, arms sticking out at about a 45-degree angle. I can't remember if he was wearing overalls or just jeans, with a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The woman was in short jeans shorts and a white tank top. She had kind-of-bleached hair, and was a skeleton compared to Bubba.

I was driving, and could not give my full attention to being nosy. I wondered WHY these people were at our Double Hovel. Of course, the realtor signs are still in both yards. They don't update signs to signify a property that is under contract. So maybe these folks were looking at houses to buy. I thought of turning up that street and asking, "May I help you? I own this house." Then I thought better of it.

I don't want to act like a car salesman on commission. They were probably "just looking." And why should they believe some random woman who was passing by would be the owner of that house? What are the odds of THAT? Also, you don't really want to mess with strangers these days. Strangers are like a box of chocolates...

When I told The Pony, I suggested that maybe this was a good thing. In case something goes wrong with our closing. Maybe there are backup buyers out there. The Pony had another idea.

"Maybe it was the buyers. From your description of them, it sounds like they could be from [That Town] where they are selling their old house."

On my way back home, I went by again, but nobody was there. Nothing looked disturbed.

When Hick got home, I asked if he had been over at the Double Hovel. He said no, he had been at his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5) all day. He had no idea who those people might have been. He also thought it might be the buyers stopping to look it over again.

I guess it will remain a mystery, since we never see the other party at closing.