You know what? None of my conversation with Google negates the creepy weird vibes I got off that guy on my porch. I so seldom get that feeling about people or situations, and in every prior instance, I find out that after I’ve removed myself from the situation/person, some bad shit has happened. That’s why I listen when my internal alarms start ringing.
And just because that guy and whoever he was talking to on the phone actually are being paid by Google doesn’t mean they don’t also have a side business of casing houses for later goods acquisition. Just saying, that does actually happen.