This story about some action on Saturday night at my Mom's house was lifted from Stanley's Blog.
The first one happened when I was 16, and my younger cousin Andrea was visiting. Some middle-aged guy came knocking at the back door on Canada Day around midnight. I can't really remember what he wanted now, but spoke to him through the screen the entire time and eventually started to try to come into the house but I wouldn't let go of the door (he must have been weak because I don't think I was that strong). My mom had called the police and my cousin her dad, who was across the street at my grandmother's house. I remember the police showing up and the guy was crossing the street in front of our house. One of the officers said "oh, him again!" and the went to escort him away.
Second incident was a couple of years ago. A teenaged girl who was looking for a hot tub party. We were eating outside and having a barbecue. We let her eat with us and eventually she went off on her way after using the phone a couple of times.
- (On Saturday) I didn't come home until 3-ish. I took a shower, and played a bit of King of Fighters in the kitchen. I heard a knock on the back door, so I checked to see who it was. There was a woman, crying (? Dry eyed) saying that she got beat up by her husband and needed a light for her smoke. A very long story that made little sense followed. Something about how her in-laws are at her house and where on her husbands side, slammed her head in a wall, and kicked her out. I asked if she called police, or if I should call, and she said she did, and told me there was no need for me to call.
She then got very aggressive about the light, and I told her (very calmly) that no one smokes in this house. She ranted on for about 5 minutes about how she makes $17/hour and other nonsense, as I was trying to calm her down. I asked if she wanted a hot drink or something(she was standing outside of the doorway the whole time, BTW), but she declined and told me to dial a cab. I dialed, and gave her the receiver. She told the operator a similar, but unmistakably different story of the one she told me (Now her in-laws beat her up while her child watched). After the call, she continued to cuss & whine about her un-lit cigarette and suggested that I take her smoke and light it with the stove @__@ That went on for another couple of minutes until she finally left, un-lit to the church across the street where she would get picked up.
Obviously, her story was full of holes. If you call police, shouldn't you be stationary some where so you can tell them what happened? And if you just went thro a traumatic domestic experience (she looked fine, by the way), I don't think finding a light for your smoke would be the top priority.
It's not unusual for crazy people to knock at our door. It's not a regular occurrence, but it has happened at least twice before in the last 15 years (probably 'cuz someone is always up and we're on a corner lot). There is probably some really interesting characters living in the neighborhood.
The first one happened when I was 16, and my younger cousin Andrea was visiting. Some middle-aged guy came knocking at the back door on Canada Day around midnight. I can't really remember what he wanted now, but spoke to him through the screen the entire time and eventually started to try to come into the house but I wouldn't let go of the door (he must have been weak because I don't think I was that strong). My mom had called the police and my cousin her dad, who was across the street at my grandmother's house. I remember the police showing up and the guy was crossing the street in front of our house. One of the officers said "oh, him again!" and the went to escort him away.
Second incident was a couple of years ago. A teenaged girl who was looking for a hot tub party. We were eating outside and having a barbecue. We let her eat with us and eventually she went off on her way after using the phone a couple of times.
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