I was up surfing the web the other night, about midnight, when I really should have been asleep, according to my husband...
anyway.
I hear a car pull up outside.
I was more curious, than scared, to know who is in my driveway at that time of night, so I go to the back of the house to look through the window over the washer in the utility room, because I don't want to be spotted by the uninvited visitor.
Just as I get to the dining room, I see someone at the back door.
His hand is on the knob and he's twisting it back and forth, trying to get in.
Then he looks up and I can tell that he has seen me.
He is well dressed and clean, but his eyes are crazy looking.
I don't know if he is on crack or what.
He keeps motioning for me to let him in.
As if I would say, "Sure man, come on in.
" Well, I sort of panic, but I'm a little bit of a nut, so I raise my hand and mouth, "Just give me one minute!" And he's yelling, "LET ME IN, IT'S COLD OUT HERE!" My heart is in my throat at that point.
I run to the bedroom and wake my husband, which is like trying to wake the dead.
He must have thought he was dreaming or something because he's like, "Tell 'em it's too cold...
I'll do it in the morning.
" (picture me...
eyes rolling) So, I call 911.
"911, What's your emergency?" "Someone's trying to break into my house!" In the meantime, my husband finally comes to his senses, if you can call it that.
He walks to the back door and starts arguing with the guy outside, who keeps yelling for us to let him in.
The 911 dispatcher is all, "Tell your husband to get away from the door, he doesn't know if the guy has a gun or what.
I'm like, "I KNOW THIS, ma'am!" I said "Ma'am" cause I was raised to be polite, even when my life is in jeopardy.
So I'm fussing at my husband, and he's fussing at the guy, and the dispatcher is fussing at me.
GEEZ! The guy keeps telling my husband to let him in 'cuz he's cold; and the hubs is like, "Go on, now.
Go home.
" and then he holds up our BB gun (okay, it looks like a real rifle) like he's gonna shoot.
The guy starts backing off the porch.
Now he's frantic and says he's gonna kill my husband.
"Your dead man, Your dead!" At that point, the cops arrive.
They stand outside talking to the psycho like it's Sunday after church services or something, while my husband and I stay inside; peeking through the blinds to see what's taking place.
It looks like they're making a date to go fishing.
Finally, the officer comes to the door.
Turns out the intruder lives down the street and is drunk or high, or both, and thought our house was his.
He told the police that we were inside his house and wouldn't let him in.
I guess he thought we were holding his house hostage.
And with that, the cops take him to the station to sleep it off.
Let that be a lesson to everyone, always keep your doors locked and keep some protection by the door, you never know who might show up unexpectedly.
anyway.
I hear a car pull up outside.
I was more curious, than scared, to know who is in my driveway at that time of night, so I go to the back of the house to look through the window over the washer in the utility room, because I don't want to be spotted by the uninvited visitor.
Just as I get to the dining room, I see someone at the back door.
His hand is on the knob and he's twisting it back and forth, trying to get in.
Then he looks up and I can tell that he has seen me.
He is well dressed and clean, but his eyes are crazy looking.
I don't know if he is on crack or what.
He keeps motioning for me to let him in.
As if I would say, "Sure man, come on in.
" Well, I sort of panic, but I'm a little bit of a nut, so I raise my hand and mouth, "Just give me one minute!" And he's yelling, "LET ME IN, IT'S COLD OUT HERE!" My heart is in my throat at that point.
I run to the bedroom and wake my husband, which is like trying to wake the dead.
He must have thought he was dreaming or something because he's like, "Tell 'em it's too cold...
I'll do it in the morning.
" (picture me...
eyes rolling) So, I call 911.
"911, What's your emergency?" "Someone's trying to break into my house!" In the meantime, my husband finally comes to his senses, if you can call it that.
He walks to the back door and starts arguing with the guy outside, who keeps yelling for us to let him in.
The 911 dispatcher is all, "Tell your husband to get away from the door, he doesn't know if the guy has a gun or what.
I'm like, "I KNOW THIS, ma'am!" I said "Ma'am" cause I was raised to be polite, even when my life is in jeopardy.
So I'm fussing at my husband, and he's fussing at the guy, and the dispatcher is fussing at me.
GEEZ! The guy keeps telling my husband to let him in 'cuz he's cold; and the hubs is like, "Go on, now.
Go home.
" and then he holds up our BB gun (okay, it looks like a real rifle) like he's gonna shoot.
The guy starts backing off the porch.
Now he's frantic and says he's gonna kill my husband.
"Your dead man, Your dead!" At that point, the cops arrive.
They stand outside talking to the psycho like it's Sunday after church services or something, while my husband and I stay inside; peeking through the blinds to see what's taking place.
It looks like they're making a date to go fishing.
Finally, the officer comes to the door.
Turns out the intruder lives down the street and is drunk or high, or both, and thought our house was his.
He told the police that we were inside his house and wouldn't let him in.
I guess he thought we were holding his house hostage.
And with that, the cops take him to the station to sleep it off.
Let that be a lesson to everyone, always keep your doors locked and keep some protection by the door, you never know who might show up unexpectedly.