So, this past Monday I had an interesting experience. I was in my bathrobe, about to get in the shower, when someone I don't recognize pulls into my driveway. I don't open the door when I'm home alone unless I know the person knocking, and certainly not in my robe! I darted into the other room to wait out of sight while the visitor gave up knocking and left. Except...he didn't give up. He started trying to get inside the house! My blood surged like fire in my veins when I heard him turn the doorknob.
I was stuck in the hallway, while my phone was on the dining room table, the only room in the house without curtains! I had to reach the phone to be able to call the police, but how was I supposed to do that with some creepy man in a toboggan trying to break in to my house?! Quite the conundrum. It took a lot of crawling and swearing and praying to Jesus, but I eventually managed it. By this time he was going around the house, trying to get into the windows as well. I cussed Tiffany's sister in multiple languages for taking off the wrought-iron bars due to vanity. The police came and saved me, escorted the random man (who when the cops pulled up pretended that I had given him permission to pick pecans, of all things!) off the premises, and I decided to take a personal day from class.
The most RANDOM things happen to me, I swear.
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