So I'm chillin in the living room watching some documentary on some prison and I hear a light tap, tap, tapping at my chamber door.
At first I'm like yea probably on the tv or roommates room then I hear it again. So I hop up with the quickness grabbing contraband scurrying to my bedroom trying to figure what day it is for pest control.
It's Wednesday, that don't make sense because they come the first Friday of the month. Obviously I missed them.
I approach the door curiously, slowly lean in to the peep hole and strain to make any distinctive details. All I could tell was a man and a woman stood outside heads down waiting to hear any noise come from inside.
I unlock it and open it.
"Hi we're doing a survey for the Spanish family's living around here, do you know of any Spanish family's that live in the area?"
I'm like "...no? Not off hand" like the fuck?
"Ok have a nice day"
"Peace"
I can't help but feel a little let down, why only those families can participate in this survey like what if there was a bomb ass prize or something? Free salsa dance lessons? I want that shit too. The fuck?
I hide my damn illegals for yal this how you do me. Pshhh
Spanish Jehovah's Witnesses - beware