Door to Door

I went "investigating" today.
Or should I say, I drove Sarah to west prairie-ville and watched her knock on doors for 2 hours.

House one.

No luck.

House two.

Nope.

While she was at house three, I started getting bored...

This is what I'd call "journalism in park."

Sarah talked to everyone.

And I waited...

She made several attempts...






while I perfected the self portrait...

took to reading my book...

and taunted her while she walked down the street.


I lost track of houses.
I got bored counting them.
We got SO close to finding someone who wanted to talk to us. At least four different people were on the fence but no matter how much Sarah pleaded they weren't convinced... We had made up our mind to visit one more house.

ONE more.

Low and behold...

SUCCESS!

Another day of television in the books.
TV is so glamourous.
Why don't they mention this in school?