Random connections…

Today the guy from Sears arrived to fix our dishwasher. This is the conversation that greeted me when I opened the door:

Him: “Sears Service here to fix a dishwasher! Are you 18?”
Me: “Uh… yeah. I’m 26.”
Him: “Really? Are you sure?”
Me: “Yeah, pretty sure, thanks.”

Later, while waiting for the rinse cycle to run…

Him: “Dalcher, eh? Do you know a Harry Dalcher?”
Me: “Yes, he was my grandpa’s brother.”
Him: “I rented a house from him when I was 18. How is he?”
Me: “Uh… he passed away quite awhile ago.”
Him: “Oh… yeah, I guess that’s been quite awhile that I saw him last.”
Him: “So… is all this yours? You own this place, this stuff?”
Me: “Yes, this is my house, my dishwasher, and my giant TV as you’ve repeatedly asked me.”
Him: “Ok, just checking, you look very young.”
Me: “Thanks a lot, I suppose.”

Very strange guy, this one. I almost asked him why it was so hard to believe that I own a house, dishwasher, TV, and dog. I understand asking once, but several times? Why would I lie about being 26? Some people…