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 religion, 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 but 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.
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.