Jesus God
You know that terrible feeling you get when your phone rings in the middle of the night because, unless you are accustomed to receiving such calls, you know it must be terrible news?
Well, we learned last night that it's even worse when someone comes knocking on your door in the middle of the night.
And you know how irritating it is when that middle of the night call turns out to be a wrong number? Similarly irritating when the middle of the night doorbell ringer turns out to have the wrong house.
MF'er!
Jason and I were sound asleep last night and the doorbell rang:
"ding."
We were both pretty out of it so neither of us woke up right away. Then there was another one:
"ding."
And another:
"ding."
Then they got closer together:
"ding" ........... "ding" ..........."ding"
We both wake up and head for the door. Through the little window to the left of the door, we can see there is a car pulled over in front of the house, passenger side door open. Neither of us recognized the car, so my first thought was someone was having some kind of emergency. Jason opens the door and there is a maybe 17 year-old girl standing there looking a little stressed out and asking if James was here. "James?" Jason said. "James lives next door." The girl said, "Oh my God, do I have the wrong house? Dude -- I am SO sorry."
Okay, buh-bye.
Dude. It was fucking 4 o'clock in the morning! I don't know what the hell she wanted, but I kinda felt like she had an obligation to 'splain herself after that -- but I was so goddamned tired all I could do was shuffle back to bed.
Jason tried to take Mushu out to go pee, and he came back to bed about a minute later. He said Mushu just laid down and put his head on Jason's foot. I told him the dog was thinking, "dude -- it's 4 a.m." Besides, he had gone pee on his puppy pad in the bathroom -- big.
We got back into bed, then I heard a brief retching sound and worried it was the dog. Got back up to look at him, and he was fine -- chilling in his bed, though looking like he might be thinking about getting up to play. Please, please, please go back to sleep was what I was thinking.
Thankfully, he did. We all did (even Laurren had gotten up because of the doorbell ringing). He even slept in -- until 8:30! In fact, I got up and got him out of his "crib" (the bathroom w/the puppy gate) to take him outside. He wasn't even whining for someone to get up.
Weird middle of the night/morning adventure.
Well, we learned last night that it's even worse when someone comes knocking on your door in the middle of the night.
And you know how irritating it is when that middle of the night call turns out to be a wrong number? Similarly irritating when the middle of the night doorbell ringer turns out to have the wrong house.
MF'er!
Jason and I were sound asleep last night and the doorbell rang:
"ding."
We were both pretty out of it so neither of us woke up right away. Then there was another one:
"ding."
And another:
"ding."
Then they got closer together:
"ding" ........... "ding" ..........."ding"
We both wake up and head for the door. Through the little window to the left of the door, we can see there is a car pulled over in front of the house, passenger side door open. Neither of us recognized the car, so my first thought was someone was having some kind of emergency. Jason opens the door and there is a maybe 17 year-old girl standing there looking a little stressed out and asking if James was here. "James?" Jason said. "James lives next door." The girl said, "Oh my God, do I have the wrong house? Dude -- I am SO sorry."
Okay, buh-bye.
Dude. It was fucking 4 o'clock in the morning! I don't know what the hell she wanted, but I kinda felt like she had an obligation to 'splain herself after that -- but I was so goddamned tired all I could do was shuffle back to bed.
Jason tried to take Mushu out to go pee, and he came back to bed about a minute later. He said Mushu just laid down and put his head on Jason's foot. I told him the dog was thinking, "dude -- it's 4 a.m." Besides, he had gone pee on his puppy pad in the bathroom -- big.
We got back into bed, then I heard a brief retching sound and worried it was the dog. Got back up to look at him, and he was fine -- chilling in his bed, though looking like he might be thinking about getting up to play. Please, please, please go back to sleep was what I was thinking.
Thankfully, he did. We all did (even Laurren had gotten up because of the doorbell ringing). He even slept in -- until 8:30! In fact, I got up and got him out of his "crib" (the bathroom w/the puppy gate) to take him outside. He wasn't even whining for someone to get up.
Weird middle of the night/morning adventure.
posted by PlatinumGirl at 9:13 AM
2 Comments:
I'm sure James had his front porch light on to let the girl know which house was hers.
That is so scary. I hate when people come to my door in the daytime.
At least it was a mistake and not a real emergency.
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