There’s a Creepy Man at the Door
Jul 8th, 2007 by Alex
Someone rang the bell today a bit after noon. I peeked over the stairs and didn’t recognize the car — a green Mercury, probably a Sable — that was blocking my driveway. Due to the barrage of door-to-door people toting products and religeon, I generally don’t answer the door unless its a neighbor or an officer. This guy didn’t appear to be either. He was holding a laptop and had thinning buy wiry brown hair. After the door bell he rapped on the door.
I went upstairs and watched him eyeball the house. I couldn’t get an angle on the license plates, but he stood out there in the driveway for a minute before getting into his car. He sat there in front of my place for five minutes or so, made some notes on a pad, put something in an envelope. He got out of the car and wedged the envelope in the front door. He returned to the car and typed on the laptop for a minute or two before turning around and leaving.
The passenger seat of the car had maps on it. Maryland tags 26180K. There was some kind of brown parking pass on the dashboard, but I couldn’t make out the words.
I didn’t see him stop at any other houses.
Creepy.
I had to run out and run some errands. I didn’t want to have to carry the envelope around with me all day, but I was curious so I took look at the envelope. It appeared to be from the Census Bureau. I planned to snag it on the way back.
When I returned later the envelope was gone.
I don’t know what to make of all of this.
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I suppose if you had answered the door you would have found out who the man was and what he wanted.
Someone came around my house recently from the Census Bureau. You’re lucky you don’t have a land line - this woman stopped by and called until happened to catch me at home. Apparently she was asking questions for some tobacco survey (although none of her questions had anything to do with tobacco… curious…).
Good luck avoiding the creepy man
[...] Representatives are sent to your home to attempt to interview you in person. The creepy man at the door was a U.S. Census Bureau representative. They knock on the door. They ring the bell. If you don’t answer they sit and wait to see if you’re going to peek through the blinds or leave. After a while they give up for the day, only to return the following day. I didn’t answer the door either time, but supposedly this treatment lasts for several weeks. It is harrassment, no doubt about it. [...]