Yo! Crazy Russian Guy!

On the way to the park today *Mila* and I met up with a nice little girl, her sister, their broken-legged brother and their au pair. The au pair was Russian and he reminded me of a Crazy Russian Guy (CRG) who once resided in a basement apartment of a house I went to peruse while I was looking for a house in Winnipeg. It would seem that this CRG was renting the basement apartment in this huge house. The upstairs was sparse and filled with vinyl flooring. The basement was filled with newspapers and was holed in. It was as if the CRG didn't leave the house...EVER! So, the real estate agent said "Let's look in the basement". Since it had a separate entrance we knocked. Good thing we did. This CRG answered this door peeking thru a crack that he managed to create by pushing aside stacks of Winnipeg Free Presses. His one right eye was glaring at us. After the real estate agent explained that we were looking at the house, CRG asked "Why you looking at the house?" And that was when it all began.

Agent: "The house is for sale and I'm the agent showing this young lady through the house."

CRG: "The house is for sale? Who's selling my house?"

YO! Crazy Russian Guy! There is a Re/Max sign on your lawn that says "FOR SALE". To sum it up, both of us being scared by the human pitbull, we scampered out of there as fast as a 210 lb real estate agent and a prospective buyer can run.

signed, the willow