I know this is a stupid place to post this... but some guy just walked in my house!
I just got home and had left the side door open (it was even cracked open a bit) because I was getting ready to take the recycling out.
Decided to look at MoFo on the computer for a bit first then, all of a sudden some guy is coming through my kitchen and talking to me. Except he's calling me "Rich" (my middle name happens to be Richard, but no one calls me that).
I start yelling "Who is it?" That's when I realized I didn't know who this person was as they kept moving toward the room where my computer is. I don't know anyone (not even my brother) who would walk right in and not knock first.
I started yelling in my best cop voice, "Who are you? Identify!" I also realized I had no weapons at hand as I could now see the guy's silhouette outside the doorway. My hands were clenched into fists as I stood up.
The guy said he was looking for "Richie" and that Richie lived in a little white house like mine and that Richie had told him he'd leave the door cracked open. The only thing that seemed suspicious is that he didn't know exactly where Richie lived, or his house number, but decided to just walk right in because the door was cracked. He did say he came from the bar out on the main road. Never move near a bar, it's been nothing but trouble.
I got the impression the guy got just as scared as I was when he realized he was in the wrong house and I (although out of shape, am quite massive) was approaching him with my fists clenched and yelling at him to identify himself.
My heart's still pounding.
I just got home and had left the side door open (it was even cracked open a bit) because I was getting ready to take the recycling out.
Decided to look at MoFo on the computer for a bit first then, all of a sudden some guy is coming through my kitchen and talking to me. Except he's calling me "Rich" (my middle name happens to be Richard, but no one calls me that).
I start yelling "Who is it?" That's when I realized I didn't know who this person was as they kept moving toward the room where my computer is. I don't know anyone (not even my brother) who would walk right in and not knock first.
I started yelling in my best cop voice, "Who are you? Identify!" I also realized I had no weapons at hand as I could now see the guy's silhouette outside the doorway. My hands were clenched into fists as I stood up.
The guy said he was looking for "Richie" and that Richie lived in a little white house like mine and that Richie had told him he'd leave the door cracked open. The only thing that seemed suspicious is that he didn't know exactly where Richie lived, or his house number, but decided to just walk right in because the door was cracked. He did say he came from the bar out on the main road. Never move near a bar, it's been nothing but trouble.
I got the impression the guy got just as scared as I was when he realized he was in the wrong house and I (although out of shape, am quite massive) was approaching him with my fists clenched and yelling at him to identify himself.
My heart's still pounding.