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Weird visitor
This evening, while Beth and I were working on the commentary for Building Family: Utopia, someone knocked on my door, rather urgently.
It turns out it was some guy named Corey, looking for Alyssa. I think that that was the name of the teenaged girl who used to live here.
Needless to say, since he was pounding on the door somewhat heavily (and I was not wearing anything heavier than a light nightgown, so I didn't want to open it), that I was scared. But at least he finally realized that the person he was looking for was not there and went away.
The only explanation I could think of is that since my bedroom light was out (power still has to be fixed), where the parents' bedroom was, and the living room light was *on*, and no car in their parking spot, he might have thought that her parents had gone off for the night, and wanted to visit her. (She was a bit of a wild child, apparently, per my upstairs neighbor.)
Still, I think he should have gotten a clue very quickly when I was totally confused on why someone was pounding on my door at 6:40 in the evening.
I mean, don't you usually *check* to see if your friend still lives there before knocking on a possible stranger's door?!?
It turns out it was some guy named Corey, looking for Alyssa. I think that that was the name of the teenaged girl who used to live here.
Needless to say, since he was pounding on the door somewhat heavily (and I was not wearing anything heavier than a light nightgown, so I didn't want to open it), that I was scared. But at least he finally realized that the person he was looking for was not there and went away.
The only explanation I could think of is that since my bedroom light was out (power still has to be fixed), where the parents' bedroom was, and the living room light was *on*, and no car in their parking spot, he might have thought that her parents had gone off for the night, and wanted to visit her. (She was a bit of a wild child, apparently, per my upstairs neighbor.)
Still, I think he should have gotten a clue very quickly when I was totally confused on why someone was pounding on my door at 6:40 in the evening.
I mean, don't you usually *check* to see if your friend still lives there before knocking on a possible stranger's door?!?
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Yep.
Now, admittedly, there was no way you could *tell* that her family didn't live there anymore. But still....