Weird Neighbor

Across the hall from where I live is a strange old lady who wears thick glasses and loose, striped nylons. She looks like she rarely washes, cuts or combs her hair and generally looks confused when I have seen her in the halls or outside in the street.

This morning, like other mornings, I noticed that she put some things outside her door.

Today there was a brown paper bag with chinese characters carefully drawn on the outside. There was something greasy in the bag (noticable by the darkened, almost-see-through patches). A pair of blue plastic sandals were beside the bag and a small brochure for a waterpark in the Okanagan.

Everything was arranged very neatly and carefully. So neatly and carefully that it gave me the chills when I looked at it.