Like Shouting Fire...

Whoo! We've been on edge ever since The Mystery Photographer came by. This morning, before we'd even had our coffee, a tallish man in a plaid shirt and jeans comes in, and claims he's here to inspect the fire extinguisher. Thinking he is an agent of VRAHOS, we refuse to let him in. But he says "it's a legal requirement, you're required to comply..." Blah, blah, blah. Now we've got our ire up, and our sales guy Wes (a VERY strapping young lad) comes and stands in the doorway and looks menacing while we kindly tell him to get the hell out. But he won't go. Right on the verge of us calling the police, he pulls out a work order and, almost in tears now, says, "But I just want to see the fire extinguisher, I swear!" Turns out it was true; we let him see the damn extinguisher and he promptly left. Sigh. And we thought we were nice people.