Lock your doors, people

[Purnell]

So at 2:47am, I'm awakened by a huge crash, which I think is my closet collapsing. I'm about to ignore it, I'm enjoying sleeping so much, but then I turn on the light.

Some drunk dude in his mid-to-late forties has walked into my apartment, presumably slipped on my entryway carpet, and is semi-conscious on the ground with his back against the inside of my door.

Pictures when I get home.

 

[kate]

Was your door locked? How did he get in?

Er, I gather from the title of your email that you don't lock the door to your apartment?!?!?!

 

[Julie]

Whoa!

 

[Jenmac]

Holy crap! Was it Robert Downey Jr? Tell him 'hi.'

 

[irishgirl]

What did you do?

 

[GoldDustWoman]

Was he cute?

 

[Petra B]

Oh my lord Justin--this is so creepy.

 

[El Jefe]

I can't wait to see the pictures.

 

[Maddy]

I think I smell something.

 

[MarkOn10th]

What did you do?

I'm hoping he drew on his face with magic marker and took pictures.

 

[wonkguy]

When Andy Dick wakes up, tell him I said hello.

 

[brandon]

Dude... lock your door.

 

[Purnell]

yeah, i'll be locking my door going forward...i'm still a little pissed that someone must have let him into the building in the first place.

My first reaction was straight out of a nature show...I kept like 10 feet between us and just started yelling at him and waving my arms as though he were a bear. He couldn't really put together words other than "it's ok" and "no" so I didn't have to spend a lot of reasoning with him as to why he should leave.

Dude looked pretty pathetic, and I've seen it happen to people in college, so I didn't want to call the police, but did after about five minutes...between when I called and when they got there about 10 minutes later, I managed to coax him to stand up and leave (I wasn't going to touch him at all). The cops and I found him trying to get into the apartment below mine about 10 minutes later.

Lock your doors people. If he hadn't fallen when walking in, there's a pretty good chance he would have wound up seeking a bed. This story would not be hilarious then.

 

[Maddy]

Dude, I thought for sure this was a bit. You don't lock your door? What kind of crazy are you? Seriously, what kind?
Didn't you learn in college that unlocked doors are made for drunks to open, enter and passout or pee or vomit or some other disgusting thing.

I thought you were smart, I guess that's just book smarts.

 

[Purnell]

Dude, I thought for sure this was a bit. You don't lock your door? What kind of crazy are you? Seriously, what kind?
Didn't you learn in college that unlocked doors are made for drunks to open, enter and passout or pee or vomit or some other disgusting thing.

I thought you were smart, I guess that's just book smarts.

My friend Allegra once wandered into her friends room during parents weekend and thought the girl's mom sleeping on the couch was a toilet. I love that story to this day.

Maybe I was just trying to see the other side.

Always exploring,
JP

 

[PatBaer]

Man, I miss college.

I still remember going to my suite's bathroom and finding that drunk naked girl throwing up. NO ONE knew who she was. Good times.

PS: lock your door.

 

[Erin]

When I lived in Woodside I had a drunk guy try to get into my apartment for like an hour. He kept smashing his keys into my lock. It was four in the morning and I was living alone at the time so I was too freaked out to open the door to yell at the guy.

Scary stuff.

Lock your door.

 

[rroach1115]

Lock your door and you know you are lucky he didn't have some kind of weapon on him because it could've ended up much worse than it did.

 

[Rosie]

Man, I miss college.

I still remember going to my suite's bathroom and finding that drunk naked girl throwing up. NO ONE knew who she was. Good times.

PS: lock your door.

Freshman- My second week of college- living in a dorm where every floor looks EXACTLY the same- I sauntered, WASTED, into what I thought was my dorm room. I placed a forty bottle on what I thought was MY dresser, and proceeded to take off my clothes. There was a night light on, and suddenly- the overhead light went up. I looked over to find three guys sitting up in their beds rubbing their eyes in disbelief- and then one asked me why I was going through his underwear drawer. I ran out the door in my bra with my jeans half off, and then ran back in to grab my converse and the forty bottle.

LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR.

 

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