Yesterday afternoon my doorbell started ringing off the wall. Someone outside was pushing it again and again and again. I answered the intercom:
Them: (Lots of fast Cantonese talking)
Me: “Deng yat jan, deng yat jan!” (Wait a minute, wait a minute!)
I hang up the intercom. They keep ringing. I go to the outside gate and open the door to be greeted by two suddenly very surprised Chinese guys. One in a rather cool pink t-shirt with a shaved head and a sheaf of papers. The other in black. Young-ish. Both rather hip and well-groomed.
They look at my white face.
They lean back and look at the house number.
They look at my face.
One asks in English if I just moved there.
I explain that we just moved in a few weeks ago.
They look dejected. They say they are looking for someone who used to live there. They ask about the landlord. I tell them we rent through an agency. They confer with each other, sadly shake their heads and walk away.
Fingers crossed that they were representatives of the loan sharks who’ve been sending letters to our house! Now that they know we aren’t their prey, the letters should stop, right?
This morning I noticed something in the mailbox:
This one had been hand delivered as it wasn’t in an envelope with a stamp. I am now kicking myself that I didn’t check the mailbox yesterday. Did those guys leave that note before they started ringing my door bell? Were those guys just some other random people looking for the former tenants? I’m banking on the former, but only time will tell.
I truly wish I had a picture of their faces when I opened the gate and they saw me. Breathtaking comic surprise.