(Shit, I'm not expecting anybody... must be a charity wanting money or signatures or something.)
I open the door...
Her: "Hi, I'm Inna. I'm Ukrainian and live across the street. I met your parents a few weeks ago and thought I'd stop by and say hi. I rent from Steve."So, yeah, much better than a door-to-door charity/political person.
Me: "I don't know Steve. Which one? Oh, that house. Hi. Nice to meet you. I have parties here. You should come. I'll add you to the mailing list.."
.... etc, etc
My parents, visiting from Portland, stayed in my house while I was in Belize. Apparently they met this neighbor and forgot to tell me.
Between Christian and Inna, I think the next Wednesday night Cooking-at-Brad's party should be Mr. Roger's themed. Everybody must wear cheesy cardigans.