Yesterday, I was in the back yard, preparing to saw a piece of wood. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Hey!"
I looked around and noticed a woman hiding behind the hedge and garbage cans along the back fence. I could tell she had blonde hair, but otherwise I couldn't see her clearly. She asked, "are they renting that house?" I looked around and realized she was talking about my house. "No," I replied, "they aren't, as far as I know." Disappointed, she replied, "OK, thanks."
The market must be hot. That homeowner is a choosy bastard too, from what they tell me.