Strangest thing this morning. Truly strange.
I woke up when my roommate came into my room asking if I knew who the drunk guy sleeping on our couch is.
Umm, no. No I didn’t.
So we go downstairs and there’s some drunk guy sleeping on our couch. Seriously, I’m not making this up.
Anyway, we try to wake him, but he just keeps rolling over. He’s barely responding to us. Doesn’t seem dangerously intoxicated, doesn’t seem dangerous. Hasn’t thrown up anywhere. He just wanted a place to sleep. He was even decent enough to take his shoes off at the door.
So, after giving him a few chances to leave, we called the police and they came to get him. He responded to them a heck of a lot more energetically, but clearly had no idea why they were there.
After they got him out of the house, one officer came back in to talk to us. Apparently the guy celebrated his birthday yesterday at a bar that’s not really close by, wandered down the trail near our house as wasted as can be, and found our house. Tried the door and, yes, it was unlocked. So he came in and slept on the couch. No malicious intentions or anything…just wanted a warm place to sleep, since he was out in unseasonably cold weather in shorts and a t-shirt.
And that’s how the story ends. Like I said…strangest thing.
Yeah, we know it could have been much worse. And I just realized now that I was the one who left the door unlocked…on Saturday. I ordered a pizza that night, and after the delivery I probably just swung the door shut with my foot and forgot about it. Either that or the guy just happens to have a key that matches our door lock (it’s actually more common than you’d think, since there are only so many pin combinations).
It’s more likely, though, that I left the door unlocked. We’re usually pretty good about checking the locks, but it only takes one time, right? We’re just lucky…that could have been so much worse. Instead, it’s a story to tell…a close call that we can laugh about and learn a lesson from.
As for the guy…all I can say is to get some new friends. Assuming he’s telling the truth, he got wasted last night and somehow got left on his own. He didn’t even know what street he was on. I think he actually thought he was in his own home, because he initially freaked out that the cops came in to arrest him over a street sign. Assuming he closed out the bar, he probably stumbled upon our house sometime between 3-4am.
Seriously though, I’ve never left a drunken friend to find their own way home, whether it was their birthday or not. That’s just dangerous, stupid, and irresponsible. I hope he and his friends learn a lesson from this, because again, it could have been so much worse. For him, for them, for me and my roommate…for everybody. And hey, I only know what happened here…perhaps there were worse consequences elsewhere. I really hope not.
So yeah, I’m a little thrown off this morning, and I’ll be damn sure to double-check all of the locks from now on.
Feel free to comment on this scatterthought and perhaps add your own close calls to the mix, but do me a favour and refrain from pointing out all of the bad things that could have happened or chastizing us. Believe me, we don’t need any reinforcement over this issue, and I prefer not to dwell on the “what if’s”.
Oh, and if you find a vandalized street sign in northeast Waterloo, let me know.