[He] wanders in alone just as I open up, dressed in a shirt without a jacket or coat, takes the feature sheet offered. “Live in the neighbourhood?” I ask, and he meekly remarks “No, I’m not from around here”. He quickly makes his way upstairs to the second level.
When shopping and people follow me; When asked “Can I help you?” Shoppers usually respond with the standard “I’m just looking.” So.. I left him alone… initially.
[He] was upstairs for an abnormal length of time without the shuffling of feet between rooms on the second floor. The wide oak plank flooring on the second was a gleaming satin finish, no runners installed. Had I missed his departure? Had he slipped past? As I went upstairs, the bathroom door at the end of the hall was closed. The light could be seen under the door.
I waited… and there it was … a sheepish response…. “NO, I should have looked first.”
There it was. An Open House Violator. I had him trapped.
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When he came downstairs I was busy with other people. We made eye contact, he nodded and made his escape. He didn’t do anything wrong; just should have asked first. What if there was no water or supplies?
Now, I understood the concept of trap and release.
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