I would rather be cautious, then a statistic

The doorbell rings at 0900. I look through the peep hole. There he is standing on our doorstep, cigarette in mouth, belly hanging out, work belt in hand. I am caught off guard as we are not expecting anyone.

"Can I help you"? I ask, through the door.
"Ma'am I am here to change your meter on the side of the house"
" I didn't get any sort of notification of this" I answer
"well, we have been around doing every one in your neighborhood" he said
"look I can't talk to you through the door, can you open up "?

Okay, this is where I stop to think..First off, we got no notice, and second I haven't seen squat going on in our neighborhood. I am  not opening the door to some stranger, no way NOT ME. Every possible scenario blazes through my mind.  Ruger is at my side, and the Mosin, well, he is in the sun room stretched out napping..

I tell the guy to wait, and yell for Senior..

Now during this time I notice him in our front yard pacing, shaking his head and smoking. Ruger is giving him the stare down through the window. His frustration is mounting, I am sure I've been called every name in the book, he shakes his head and stalks off moving to the next house.

We call the power company, and yes indeed the story checks out. They are updating the residential meters. They said they emailed and sent a letter out in December- I clearly never saw it, and have gone through all the old emails and there was no mention of the work. Nor did I find a letter.

Anyways, as of yet the worker has not returned and I doubt he will. I hope the power company sends some one else out to replace our meter. Senior said he was happy with my reaction, and too bad if the guy is ticked off..he will just have to get over it..

-JUGM