This guy is banging on my front door.
Yeah. Three o'clock in the morning some dude starts whaling away on my front door. Okay. Adrenaline. I happened to be up, trying to get some work done. Should not have stayed up, but there you go. I was JUST about to turn it and I hear the BANGBANGBANG on my door downstairs.
So I'm going down the stairs yelling, "J, get up! Someone's banging on the door! Wake up!" and I get down there and look out the window near the door and it's some dude. So I crack the window and say "What do you need?"
And he proceeds to use quite a lot of very polite words to tell me absolutely nothing.
So I say, "Listen, who are you looking for? You have the wrong house." I mean, I dunno, maybe the guy's in trouble. I'm irked at this point, obviously, but you never know. Meanwhile, J, who is half asleep and pissed off, is saying, "I think you need to move on or I'm calling the cops."
And the guy says "Please do, I need someone in authority..." and the rest of what he said I don't really remember because it didn't make any sense to me. Really, he didn't sound drunk to me (although that's what J thought), but he sure didn't sound like someone making any sense.
So I said, again, "Who are you looking for?" And he said "I'm not looking for anyone." So I said "Are you drunk?" and he said he wasn't.
At that point, J's on the phone with the cops. And I said, "Well, look, man, it's three o'clock in the fucking morning and you're standing on my porch not making a whole lot of sense."
At that point, he goes, "Three oclock? Its' not three oclock!"
And my brain just threw in the towel. I'm not arguing the time with this guy at three oclock in the fucking morning. So I tell him to move on and he does.
Now, a couple things:
1. The cops never showed up to my house like they said they were gonna, not that I'm suprised. Although I did give the guy's description over the phone.
2. He went off up the street and may have been picked up by cops on their way down the street. I live on a dead end.
3. Believe it or not, in retrospect, I feel a little bad making the guy leave. What if he was sick or something? I mean, the situation was disturbing and kind of scary, but what if? I could have at least made him sit on my porch till (if) the cops came.
I don't think I handled that particularly well.
Yeah. Three o'clock in the morning some dude starts whaling away on my front door. Okay. Adrenaline. I happened to be up, trying to get some work done. Should not have stayed up, but there you go. I was JUST about to turn it and I hear the BANGBANGBANG on my door downstairs.
So I'm going down the stairs yelling, "J, get up! Someone's banging on the door! Wake up!" and I get down there and look out the window near the door and it's some dude. So I crack the window and say "What do you need?"
And he proceeds to use quite a lot of very polite words to tell me absolutely nothing.
So I say, "Listen, who are you looking for? You have the wrong house." I mean, I dunno, maybe the guy's in trouble. I'm irked at this point, obviously, but you never know. Meanwhile, J, who is half asleep and pissed off, is saying, "I think you need to move on or I'm calling the cops."
And the guy says "Please do, I need someone in authority..." and the rest of what he said I don't really remember because it didn't make any sense to me. Really, he didn't sound drunk to me (although that's what J thought), but he sure didn't sound like someone making any sense.
So I said, again, "Who are you looking for?" And he said "I'm not looking for anyone." So I said "Are you drunk?" and he said he wasn't.
At that point, J's on the phone with the cops. And I said, "Well, look, man, it's three o'clock in the fucking morning and you're standing on my porch not making a whole lot of sense."
At that point, he goes, "Three oclock? Its' not three oclock!"
And my brain just threw in the towel. I'm not arguing the time with this guy at three oclock in the fucking morning. So I tell him to move on and he does.
Now, a couple things:
1. The cops never showed up to my house like they said they were gonna, not that I'm suprised. Although I did give the guy's description over the phone.
2. He went off up the street and may have been picked up by cops on their way down the street. I live on a dead end.
3. Believe it or not, in retrospect, I feel a little bad making the guy leave. What if he was sick or something? I mean, the situation was disturbing and kind of scary, but what if? I could have at least made him sit on my porch till (if) the cops came.
I don't think I handled that particularly well.



I'm so glad I've not had that happen . . . be my luck my brother would grab his alarm remote off his nightstand and press the panic button before I could grab a phone to call 911.




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