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Midnight visitors

At nearly midnight last night, I was jarred out of my obsessive stare at my video editing program by a loud thump on my front porch. The front door was partially open and I could see through the screen that there were people on my front porch. They proceeded to talk and carry on until I shouted "Hey" from my couch position. Finally a male voice from outside asked, "Is this her house?"

So I dragged my ass off the couch, opened the front door and went out on the porch. Sitting would be too kinda word for what this grown woman was doing on the rickety little table we keep on the front porch for setting plants on. Sprawled would be a better description and obviously drunk off her skinny ass. She kept on saying over and over, "Ma house, dis is ma house, house, house, house, ma house, dis ma house."

There was an obviously nervous 20 something guy standing on the second step to the porch. He asked me again if this was her house. I told him no, that only two people live here and I know the previous occupants and she doesn't belong to them either. I also know all my neighbors and while I've seen her in the neighborhood, I know she doesn't really live there.

He told me she was a marginal friend who had asked him for a ride to work this morning. When he picked her up, she was standing on the sidewalk between my house and the neighbor's. The neighbor's wife just left him and he's had a stream of apparently transient people going in and out and sometimes making noise at inappropriate hours. The neighbor is at least aware of the need to maintain a quiet neighborhood and tries to keep it to a dull roar.

So anyway, 20 something dude gets a call from drunk chick at 11:30 pm and she's at some sort of party and not able to drive herself home. Can she get a ride? Of course, being the gullible guy, he picks her up only she's not really all that sure where she lives so he brings her down our street hoping she will recognize something. Well she does only she recognizes it wrong. I suggest he take her next door. The light is still on over there. So he picks her floppy self up and throws her over his shoulder (really good for the gag reflex of someone who is drunk. I know from experience of carrying other drunks). Last I saw, he was holding onto her and banging on the neighbor's door. I fully expected her to be laying on his front yard this morning. She wasn't so I guess she found a place to crash.

Interesting times I live in.




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Sep. 29th, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
Ever think of getting a good gate?


Sep. 29th, 2010 05:37 pm (UTC)
There is literally about 10 feet between my front porch and the street. A gate would mean a fence in the first place and as I'm a renter and not an owner, that might be a bit difficult.

Sep. 30th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Ma house? ma house? house house house!!!!! love that midwestern accent!
Sep. 30th, 2010 05:26 am (UTC)
She's from Wisconsin. Sounded almost like a Long Islander.

Sep. 30th, 2010 04:42 am (UTC)
Quite the story! Who did you end up feeling more sorry for? :)
Sep. 30th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC)
Having been in both positions, i felt worse for the nice guy who had to deal with the drunk chick. In the morning, she will sober up. He'll still have to deal with whatever he's feeling. Things like that always caused me to lose faith in people.

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