Magazine salesmen. I'd seen them in the neighborhood earlier and I wasn't going to answer. But do magazine salesmen giggle?
I opened the door. Four pretty girls stood in a row on our front porch, dressed in bright costumes. I'd make you guess what they did next but we'd be here all day.
They sang "Jingle Bells."
I ran for the camera.
When they finished singing, they shouted, "Trick or Treat!"
They deserved something good. We didn't have candy in the house but the young ladies were willing to accept fruit. I invited them out to the back yard and we picked oranges in the dark.
How did you spend your Friday evening?
21 comments:
Surreal!
Probably a scavenger hunt type thing where they were put up to it. We have had it happen before.
Whooee! Where do I apply to get some of those delivered to my door? That made me feel unnecessarily like Quagmire from Family Guy.
My 2-hours spent with Grant and Lee last night wasn't as entertaining as these young women. Happy week-end to you.
Irish nachos and a Smithwicks at, where else, an Irish pub. hahaha
Very cool. Did they go to every house on the block? Mazel Tov!
What a hoot and a half! And this photo is so full of energetic fun. I agree with Rip about it being a scavenger hunt. Or maybe it was an initiation into a goofy girl gang. My Friday night involved watching the Giants beat the Rockies while eating a quesadilla. (Ok that was poorly worded; I was the one eating the quesadilla not the Giants.)
+1 for inventive marketing!
I think they were just out having fun and they had come up with something wild and silly to do. They said some people didn't even answer the door ("No thanks!")--the magazine salesmen had ruined it for them.
Gut Yontiff-- haha, great title for whatever holiday these girls were into.
They will not soon forget your hospitality, Petrea, a door opening and picking oranges in the night.
You know, I live in an out of the way little house in an isolated rural village on a hill. But one day in April a pleasant young man turned up at my screen door. (Remember, NO ONE ever finds my door.) He had come all the way from Dimona, far away in the desert in southern Israel, from the community of the Black Hebrews! He was asking for money so their hundreds of kids could have a happy Passover.
These people left Chicago about the same time I did, in 1968-9.
Their different kind of life style and their refusal to officially convert makes their life in Israel not easy.
I sent him off with a blessing and 20 shekels. His name was Raphael--what an angel.
The Bible says, that like Abraham and Sarah, we should always welcome the stranger to our tent because, who knows, we may be entertaining angels unaware.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDu1U0EPImE
I watched the sun set over beautiful Lake Michigan.
Tracy, that's a peaceful way to spend an evening.
Dina, great story, about a group I had never heard of before. I watched the whole video. It's not a way I would want to live and I have some disagreements with it, but to each his/her own.
Gut yontiff pontiff, vos is nayes Pius
with red lipstick on top
I'm impressed by the lengths your neighbors will go to to get some of your delicious oranges. Sending round their most beautiful and charming offspring clearly worked.
How fun!!!
MG, I found that online with ZERO explanation of what it means. Not the lipstick. The other part.
Bellis, there's more where that came from.
Chieftess, these kids know how to celebrate a Friday night. Make it a holiday.
Loved your story and Dina's about strangers at the door. Looks like you had a fun and memorable time -- and I'll bet they will always remember that night with pleasure.
wv: ships (passing in the night?)
I spent the day wandering/walking the neighborhood, checking the garage sales (I got a lamp) and taking pictures. It was in the mid-90s and I think I stretched my territory a bit much. But now, we have gee-normous summer storm going through, cooling the temps about 20 degrees. (and the lights just went out! Oops!)
That is so random and lovely.
It was random and lovely. A good way to describe it, Sidney. Surreal, too, as Cliff said.
I hope they remember it, Ms. M. I think what they'll remember is the fun.
Speedway, don't you be getting any wild tornadoes.
lol! not something you expect on Shabbat, but ok! I'd be wary Tues evening for Shavuot---never know what the Torah study filled, cheesecake filled folks might do for THAT yontiff! ;-)
wv: redliter...well, Shavuot isn't really a redliter day like Yom Kippur is, y'all come back then ya'hear?
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