Scamming My Way Inside

In a flash, making my way back to the sliding door unlocking it I leave but not before slipping the blade of my jackknife back under the handle to reset the interior lock. Then I’m over the fence once more hightailing it away before someone spots me. In my mind’s eye, her eyes are following my path all the way back to my place.

In my mind I wanted to invited into her home any way I could be. Then it hit me dad worked for the gas company and he was always on to me about what he does. Armed with that bit of knowledge and one of his uniform shirt I should be able to pass off as a line inspector. I would spin a tale about others around her complaining about the small of gas leaking. With my story in mind I crawl into bed to sleep.

Like clockwork my alarm goes off at a sharp eight AM! I stretch and get up to take a piss. Thinking of her eyes as I plotted what I was going to tell mom when I showed up to get one of dad’s shirts!. I skip breakfast knowing that mom would have leftovers that would be more appetizing than the little flakes of cardboard the big brand tried to pass off as cereal. Leaving I grab a backpack, placing in it a clipboard and a flashlight leaving plenty of room for what I’ll need to pull this off.

Making my way to mom’s, I can’t get her eyes out of my head. As I walk up the concrete pathway I see mom on her knees weeding the tulip beds on the left side of the path. “Hey mom the flowers are looking good this year!”

“What would you know about how they look Jackson?” I bend at the knee and kiss her on the cheek “So how much do you want this time Jackson?”

“Mom you cut me!” Feigning innocence at her insinuation. “Maybe I’m here to visit dad ever think of that!”

“Oh right and I’m the Queen Of Sheba!”

I laugh at this as I get up and go inside. I call out for dad and get no answer, so I go up to his room and get a dirty shirt of his hamper, Sliding it into the backpack, I go back downstairs before mom comes in and catches me. Downstairs I raid the fridge and can’t believe my luck, homemade fried chicken, grabbing four pieces I wrap them in saran wrap before sliding them into my backpack. With all accomplished I leave only stopping long enough to kiss one on the other cheek. Walking away I was smiling as I made my way to her house.

As I got to the maple tree I climbed up into my favorite bough and changed my top into Dad’s shirt. Before climbing back down I looked into the bedroom window, much like usual the curtain was closed. Going down I smeared a bit of dirt on me face to further make myself look the role of an inspector. Getting out the clipboard and the flashlight I start towards her front door. Going up to it I rap on the door waiting for it to be answered.

A few seconds past by then i hear a deadbolt sliding back and a crack appears in the frame. “Yes how is it?” A lovely melodic voice almost has me

“Edenville Gas!” I wait to let that sink in then I continue “We’ve had reports of the smell of leaking gas in the home to along this street and the one to the rear of these properties!” The crack widens “I wonder if I can come in to inspect your line and furnace?” I see one of her brown eyes eyeing me up and down

“Is this going to cost me anything?”

“No Miss!, It’s free so far we have found one home with a faulty furnace!’ The door closes and I hear the chain sliding back then open fully giving me my first view of her.

“Oh yes then come in for I think I’ve been smelling gas at times!” As I enter she closes the door behind me. Part one of my scheme worked like a charm now onto part two!