Yesterday was my birthday. Now I don't celebrate my birthday very hardcore because that attention is awkward and it's almost always during Lent when I'm restricted in my eating and activities. But it wouldn't be a Cara Watson Birthday without some sort of awkward or terrifying moment.
Last night I had 3 friends over to watch Saturday Morning cartoons and eat cereal and 90s breakfast foods to celebrate my aging. My friends were late. So I had unlocked my front door so when they came they could just let themselves in instead of me having to run across my apartment. Well, at around 7:20 I hear my front door open. Thinking it was my coworker/bestest-friend-ever Mikey Campbell, I started moving forward towards my door to tease, "so you think you can just let yourself in automatically now, eh?"
When I turned the corner to my stairs who I saw was not my coworker/bestest-friend-ever. It was in fact, a very large stranger wearing "gangsta" clothing (for lack of a better description) about to climb up my front stairs in my apartment.
Before I had any time to react and tell him to get out, he shouted, "I'M SO DRUNK!" and then his friend pulled him by the back of his shirt out of my apartment shutting the door muttering something like he was a moron.
After that happened, I pulled my phone out and grabbed a broom in my efforts in case it happened again. My plan in case stuff like that happens is to shoo them out and if that doesn't work to scream for my shirtless neighbor. He would come running to rescue me, I'm sure of it.
The men hung around for a few more minutes because they were waiting for the bus (the bus stop is next to the deli on the other side- hence why they were waiting near my door). But they didn't cause any other trouble which is good, I think.
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