SAWCE wrote: ↑Thu Mar 08, 2018 6:40 pm
So last night around 12:30AM Ava starts freaking out, barking her head off. I've been kicking her out of the bedroom and keeping the door shut so I get better sleep, so my first thought was that she was about to have explosive diharrea (sp?). I get up, open the bedroom door and walk out into the living room. She runs up to me, but then instead of running to the back door to be let out, she runs to the front door and starts barking again. I walk towards the door and see/hear the handle jiggling. Heart-rate instantly skyrockets. The door has a window with some shitty torn up blinds and I saw a silhouette of someone on our doorstep. Handle keeps rattling. I walk up and grab the handle just to help secure the door and then I knock on it as loud as I could to startle them/let them know the house wasn't empty. Jiggling continues. I get kinda frantic and kick the door so it'd be louder and maybe scare them. Nothing, they're still trying. I look out the window and see a very normal looking mid-late 20's guy who is obviously drunk. I wasn't really thinking, everything was moving in kinda slow motion, and I unlocked the door. I kept holding the handle so he couldn't twist it, then when he stopped for a second, I popped the door open and swelled up as large as I could.
"What do you want?" He just stares at me blankly. At this point its obvious he's blacked out drunk.
He mutters something about just trying to hang out with everybody/looking for his friends.
"The cops are on their way, but you've got five seconds to leave before I beat the fuck out of you."
Another blank stare, but this time his stance lowers and I clench my fists ready to swing on him thinking that he was going to try to rush me and get in.
"You've got the wrong fucking house"
"Yeah, I know." And finally starts wandering off..
Freaked me the fuck out. No idea why I opened the door at all, and especially without a weapon. Also don't know how you get so drunk on a Wednesday that you repeatedly try getting into a house with an obviously large/agressive dog warning you not to.
Adrenaline was rushing all night after that.. got about 2 hours of sleep.
Damn dude, glad y'all are alright. Good on Ava for taking care of business.
It's crazy to me, people that get so shitfaced they can't even find their home.
Four years ago we had this massive snow storm in Charlotte (almost a foot which is
for the area). Of course, everything was closed, so my roommate at the time and I were both home from work. We were walking to a friend's place to have some brews one evening and we got a little turned around, ended up finding this chick in a grocery store parking lot, sitting on the ground in the snow in inadequate clothing, piss ass drunk out of her mind. No one was around because no one goes out in the snow in Charlotte. Turned out this chick lived in our same complex, so we each are on one side of her, holding her up and walking her back to the place. She is barely conscious but keeps cussing us out and stuff. When we get to our neighborhood, she has no clue which building she lives in, so we're begging her to figure it out. She thought she was at her place so we got her keys out of her purse but no go on that apartment. We ended up leaving her in the lobby in a chair passed out. At least she was out of the snow, she really would've died most likely. Later, we'd see her walking her dog and always wonder if she recognized us. Drunk people are dumb.
train and start getting a hand out. 
