For a while it was all about China

We live in a house that rents out tricked out rooms. For a while it was all about China. Three different guests with nothing else in common.
Then just like that it was dusty Canadians with guitars returning from Pickathon.
I thought we were all about Canadian Hippies last night, I was wrong.
Late at night I was in the back yard and heard our side door open.
When I went to investigate there were several yahoos across the street talking at me, I ignored them. I went to the front door and started punching in the code. I didn't have glasses so I fumbled many times. Then the door opened. Inside our very dark livingroom was a bald, gorgeous, black man in his underwear who is almost as tall as the ceiling.
He let me in and put a finger to his lips (for me to be quiet) then pointed the finger at the men across the street who were approaching our pad. After that he turned around and went into one of the rooms without a word. I guess he had been watching them.
They knocked, I answered and at 3 am or so 5 drunk dudes walked in loudly asking for beers, women and asking if I wanted LSD. It took me a moment to realize they were not at all affiliated with anyone staying with us.
I was smiling but I was also loudly saying "Turn around dudes, you are in the wrong spot Yo. Get the Mcfuc out!" I shepherded them out of our place and watched them to make sure they kept going.
Three of them started complaining that I was giving the boot but two of them mentioned how cool I was being under the circumstances.
That was pleasant of them.
I woke up and couldn't ask any questions because now the house is full of lovely Ballet dancers from Seattle who know nothing about what I just told you.
That;s how it goes.
Thanks mysterious stranger for letting me in last night. That was clutch that he knew the difference between me and some drunk yahoos.
Most folks want directions to the rooms. The dusty Canadian minstrels asked where the showers were. Good for them, they were covered in field. Such pleasant humanoids to get to know. They even left us a great note and a tip. HAHAHA we don't work here. Oh Canada, I wuv you! That is a huge score in clown ops. We get great reviews in a place where we are the same rank a dog would be. Part of the house but neutral in business. It's a shame that so many duos come through here but we never work together. Different trajectories. As soon as we find a way, we are all over it. OMG we have become Kramer from Seinfeld. Y'know that character that never seems to have a job but also isn't a deadbeat. Has lots of time to get into people's drama for fun and pretend to work places. That's what we are to a lot of people who don't know about our busking shows. The travelers who rent here see us in make up at all hours of the day and night.That must be memorable. We just forget to take it off. It don't look pretty. At midnight I look like KISS in the bottom of the fourth quarter. It's amazing we get great rooms and solid bookings.