Today, despite the monstrous heat, I decided that I needed to mow my lawn. I had put it off for days and the longer I put it off, the higher the grass got.
I always mow my neighbors’ lawn after I mow mine and I was trying to finish because I was burning up. I noticed a car driving around the neighborhood a few times. Strange cars are always noticeable because I live on a big horseshoe and the only people who drive down the street either live here, are lost or…something else.
A silver Nissan SUV stopped and two men were inside. One of them rolled the window down and motioned for me to come there. I reluctantly got off of my mower and went over to them but I didn’t get too close. Since I left my mower running, I had to strain to hear what they were asking.
The driver asked me if I knew “pastor Bill.” I told him I didn’t but I knew a pastor lived down the street. I asked him if he knew the pastors’ wifes’ name. He said he didn’t know. I asked him what the pastors’ last name was. He said he didn’t know. I asked if the pastor had a daughter. He said he didn’t know.
I immediately went into lock-down mode and thought “if he’s looking for a pastor, wouldn’t you think he would know his last name?”
I started backing up, the whole time for some reason, clutching my gold St. Jude necklace but he kept asking me more questions so I had to get closer. He asked me if I owned some property in ******* County. I asked him why he wanted to know. He said he was interested in getting permission to fish on the property. He said he had “searched the county records and it led him here.”
I quickly started “covering” myself by saying that I was just mowing my neighbors’ lawn. Then the driver said “oh…so you don’t live here?” I said “nope. I just mow her lawn for her.”
The driver asked me if that was HER car. I said “I believe it is.” Then the passenger said “oh…so that’s not your car?” I just looked at him while simultaneously trying to see what the emblems on their shirts said. Then he said “where abouts do YOU live?” I momentarily froze and the driver asked “do you mind if I ask your name?” Fortunately, one of my neighbors came driving down the street and since she had to slow down to make the curb, she waved to me.
I stopped the conversation by saying “the pastor lives three houses down” and started walking back to my mower. They yelled out the window…”thank you.”
I watched them drive down the street, turn into the pastors’ driveway, back up and drive away.
As soon as I parked my mower into my garage, I called my neighbor and told her about the two men. All she said was “somebody’s trying to get information about somebody.”
Here’s the question. Were they trying to get information about my neighbor…or were they trying to get information about me?