Thursday, February 28, 2013

Not happening.

Couple of creepy guys just showed up and knocked on the door.  The one that initially made contact was wearing nice clothes and a tie, but acted high.  His partner was an older guy.  They said they were with "new development," which, in this area could either be a new church, or a new kind of meth. 

Yes, Odysseus was home.  Yes, he was armed.  Yes, he opened the door, just long enough to tell creepy guy to go away. 

Less than five minutes later, we hear someone come up on the porch and start messing with the door.  Same creepy guy, with the older guy standing out next to our steps, back to the house, looking up and down the street. 

Uh-huh.  The door didn't come open, that time.  Odysseus yelled through the door for them to leave.  And once they did, the police were called.

They asked us to open the door and hear them out, that second time.  Yeah, no.  Not happening. 

Best case I can see is that we got rid of some irritatingly persistent proselytizing evangelicals.  It's more likely that they were either trying to case the place, or trying for a home-invasion robbery. 

Yes, I'm wearing my gun, too.  Now. 


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    1. Shook, but fine. We're behind locked doors with a barky little dog, lots of guns and enough ammo for a larger group than two, and won't be heading out for our appointments for at least a half an hour.