Want to buy some fish?

Today we had a girl come by to check out our apartment for next term. WEIRD! It was a very bittersweet and kind of sad feeling to be showing her around OUR house and trying to sell her on things, when part of me hasn't even come to term fully that we are leaving in less than 3 months for good... It was cute to see her so excited about the view and how spacious it is here though because I remember feeling the exact same way not too long ago! Time flies!

And... our house is currently spotless because I decided to be nice and not give her a tour of Nick's piles of clothing, notes, and Tupperware containers (okay, okay mom and Nick- AND my bathroom counter clutter)... exam week really does a number on our house. I swear even when I actively try to combat it- the mess still wins! But when I have a reason to be extra on top of things- look at how it manages to work out where a clean house wins... but I digress.

Anyways.. the main point of this post was to post about the highlight of my day which started with a random knock on the door. No one ever knocks on my door. Ever. The lawn people just start their annoying weed whackers and yell and break things anytime they decide they want to. And other maintenance people stand at the windows and yell "HELLO" until I finally realize they are talking to me and answer and other people just decide to lay on my clean laundry on the side of the house out of the sun... so this was a new experience in and of itself... but little did I know just how much excitement stood on the other side of my door....

So obviously I open the door and there I see a man with a bunch of fish strung up on a stick wondering if I wanted to buy some. He was a nice man and didn't push too much, but I pretty much just stood there in shock. First off, it did not look or smell fresh and there had to of been 8 or 9 on the string just chillin. I must have stood there wide eyed trying not to laugh for a good 30 seconds so he took the lead and asked if I knew how to cook fish, I must admit that my response was "not one with skin and eyeballs still." He laughed and walked away muttering "silly white girl can't cook de fish!"

Awesome... I hadn't been the crazy white girl on the street in awhile... And I am absolutely kicking myself for not being even crazier and running to grab my picture of him!