Anguilla: Day Two.

So I get home from work this morning and walk back in after doing a little yardwork and I see this guy RUNNING up our yard, trampling our new grass and displacing our walkway rocks. I am displeased already. Then the doorbell rings. "W.T.F" runs through my brain. (and Indy's....although his thoughts manifest as just a cocking of his head). I open the door thinking that maybe this guy is panicked about a lost child or worse....lost dog (just kidding. settle down.). He's standing at the bottom of our steps and blurts out quickly "HI! I SELL WHOLESALE STEAK AND SEAFOOD! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I GOT!". Just as he's about to run away to what I assume is to get whatever he's got to show me I say "I'm not interested" and he pauses as though that's a surprise to him. "oh. You're not? Ok. Thanks" and he RUNS away. So I close the door....and assume he went next door to yell at someone else about his fish. Not 60 seconds later I see him RUN. FULL SPRINT. down the street back to his truck that is labeled with black stick on letters "wholesale steak". Then he PEELS OUT down the street at speeds not appropriate for a residential setting.

And that was Anguilla Day Two. Blogging is fun.