Re: Pizza at the Fill-up Station
She was still getting used to cars coming and going at such close proximity, so while she heard him pull up she fought the urge to look immediately out the window. It wasn't until she heard footsteps approaching and ... Smelled pizza [???] that she realized that someone was coming to visit her. A stranger someone. She'd invited a stranger over. And he's taken her up on it.
What a psycho.
Him not her. Obviously.
She could be anyone! Curiosity got the better of her and she looked out the peephole as he approached. "Oooh what are they feeding the psychos in this town?" She said to herself as he got close enough to look over, at least as much as she could.
He knocked. He announced his intentions. And she kept looking out the peep hole for a moment. She turned around and looked at the state of affairs in her apartment.
Furniture. Check.
Boxes. Er, check. But she was moving. It just wasn't entirely clear given the state of things if she was moving in, or moving out - and it was a bit of both. She was moving out some things that had been stored up there (opting to keep some - hello beer chandelier), and bringing some stuff from the house to the apartment. It was all very orderly and scientific. Except the boxes of National Geographic Magazine that were currently causing a public safety risk in the dining room.
Anyway. Furniture. Check.
Clean dishes. Check.
Weird taxidermy...Yeah. Earlier in the week she had put a Santa hat on it to make it seem less weird. Which led to setting the Elf on a Shelf on its back, side saddle. It did not get less weird. But she was attached now.
Right. There was a cute psycho at the door with pizza. And she was starving. She opened the door, she was casual, jeans, blue sweater, glad she had de-mucked herself from the earlier towing sludge fest. She smiled, amused, "This is how people wind up on Dateline."