I'm sitting at my desk right now, working on my project/presentation/paper for tomorrow. Two minutes ago, I suddenly heard scratching at the glass door to my left, which leads out to the driveway.
Looking towards the door, I found a man in paint-splattered clothes with a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, shoving a key into the lock, scraping it around, and then trying to rip my door down when it would not open. Completely caught off guard, I sat staring at him try to break into my house. I was confused because he had a key, I was sitting 10 feet away, and he had not knocked.
The week before I moved in, my landlord had workmen coming and going around here trying to fix the leak in the master bathroom. They had the floor, walls, etc. ripped up in the bathroom, and despite the fact it was a royal mess, Bird was sleeping in the attached room. One night, in the middle of the night, a workman walks into the bedroom in which she's sleeping and starts working. Should I reiterate it's the middle of the night. Bird was the only one here.
Knowing that story, I was assuming this would-be robber was someone sent by the landlord, but, I figured he would have called to warn us.
He was pissed after about four go-rounds with the key and tramped back toward his car, which was sitting in our driveway. I got up, opened the door, and hollered, "Hello??" But there was no one around his car, meaning he was now at the front door. Brilliant.
By the time I ran upstairs, he was trying the front lock and yanking the door around.
So, I opened it. "Can I help you?" I said, with my classic - what the hell are you doing? - look.
Visibly shocked that someone was home, he stuttered and stammered around a bit, eventually saying, "Is this 1021?"
"Yep." I was glaring at this point. I have no tolerance for people attempting a break-in when I'm sitting at my desk.
He started reading something off of the flourescent orange keychain in his hand, "1021...Chris... Lane...This isn't Chris Lane, is it?"
"Nope. It's one street over," I said, pointing. He began apologizing profusely, and I nodded as I shut the door in his face.
3 comments:
You need to invest in a Taser Gun. =)
WOW! All I can say is WOW! Our house has some sort of curse relating to shady maintainence personnel-- I definetely would have assumed it was one of our landlord's henchmen, too!
I had forgotten (blocked out?!!) that terrible intrusion this summer-- it makes me shudder, just thinking about it!
I am glad you were home and not me: I probably would have just let him in and never even said a word to him... great plan, Bird!
What the crap? I would've charged the dude with a bat. I do keep a bat next to my bed. It's the one I had during my illustrious t-ball career. So it's smaller and light. Easy to swing fast and hard. My brother could probably attest to the fact it hurts......we really do like each other, we just hurt each other sometimes.
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