If you've followed my activities at all, you know that I recently moved from the SF Bay Area to the outskirts of a small Oregon town and am trying to locate my water supply as that as apparently unknown by the seller. In order to gain info I have been querying the neighbors. One of them is a man in his late 70s, a retired long haul trucker who is about as deaf as a post. As I have no way of announcing myself, I just show up, introduce myself and take it from there. Now everybody I've met has been super nice and helpful and I've tried to respond in kind. He was working on an old P/U when I arrived and, being a pretty decent shade tree mechanic myself, offered a suggestion as to what might be causing his problem and how to test for it. I brought him over to my place to take a look at the water hookup and took him back to his place.
The following evening, while dressed, I heard the doorbell and, although a bit flustered, I decided the hell with it, asked who it was and answered the door, inviting him in.I don't think he noticed how I was dressed (I'm usually pretty conservative) and continued on about his ideas as to my water. It must have slowly dawned on him, because he mentioned something about getting out of my hair and when I looked up, he and his pickup were gone.
I guess I'm out to the neighborhood now. Well, it had to happen sometime. So far, no mobs with pitchforks and torches.