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As I was on my way to get a glass of water, I heard the front door knob being turned.
Just as I was about to ask Harvey why she was at the door, she says, "who's at the door?"
Mission to get water, cancelled.
AR fetched, round chambered, front light on.
All I can see is the top of a head through the peephole.
"Who are you?"
"Unintelligible..."
She looked up at the peep now, a drunk appearing woman.
"You have the wrong house, go away."
"OK, unintelligible..."
Probably a genuine drunk lady, but I've read stories about people opening the door for the poor vulnerable drunk girl to be snowplowed by her associates.
I'd have been happy to call the cops for her, if she'd asked.
Yeah, best not to open door. I've heard similar stories about homeowners being jumped when they do. I
ReplyDeleted probably have already called 911, even if it is likely the person trying the door would be gone by the time they got there.
I had the same thing happen to me, back in about 1980. I was in a small village in Michigan, where I grew up. The woman was my age, asking to use my phone. I said no at first, and had my baseball bat in my hand, hidden behind the door, until I recognized it as my female cousin, drunk on her ass.
ReplyDeleteShe had mistaken my house for a friends house, and needed to call another friend for a ride home. I let her use my phone, but made her stand on the porch outside with my long phone cord that we always had back then. I just didn't trust drunks, even ones I knew.
This reminds me of something that happened to me once out in California. I was out there for Christmas and since my brother's house was being renovated rather extensively, they didn't have anywhere to put me there. So they put me in a motel in downtown Riverside.
ReplyDeleteThe morning after Christmas, I stumbled out of bed where I'd been nursing a whopper of a hangover to answer the door. Keeping the door on the chain, I looked out. There was this black guy I'd never seen out there, saying that he had a present for me from the motel's managers. I was not firing on all my usual 16 cylinders, but I remembered that this was unusual, and to me, "unusual" equals "threat until proven otherwise." I told him to leave it off at the motel office and I'd pick it up later, shut the door, locked and barred it, and stumbled back to bed.
I figure I dodged a bullet.