And a lovely good morning to you

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.



  1. I feel the need to comment, because I’ve been there and done that. It was over 10 years ago now, but I had a similar night at the bars and found myself wandering the streets of a town I was unfamiliar with and I found a house to sit and watch TV in. Only difference was I wasn’t asleep, but the guy sitting on the couch who lived there was. He didn’t wake up and I showed myself to the door eventually because his cat was starring at me in a way that made me feel unwelcome… Anyways, it was a long time ago, but definitely underscores the need to lock youir doors at night.

  2. Wow. I don’t think I can share anything similar…the closest would be a someone trying to evade police by hiding out in my brothers’ play fort in my dad’s backyard. Then again, my dad’s house boarder’s Niagara’s crack-n-shack neighborhood – so not overly surprising for them to have cops and crackheads running through their yard in the middle of the night.

  3. oops – noticed some typos in my response – vacation has made me a tad daft

  4. That happened to us while I was in highschool. In Owen Sound, you’re not that worried about locking your doors, and so we had some drunken teenager wander in one night. Our vicious family poodle started growling and snarling, so that woke us up, and my mom, who was taking Kung Fu at the time, put him in an arm bar or something and showed him the door. Dad slept through it. We still laugh about it – but I still am glad we had the dog.

  5. Glad that everything wound up okay.

    I went through something similar, however it was a camping event (Pennsic) – and the guy passed out at the entrance to our tent. He was all of 2ft from where my son was asleep. I found him cause I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was mostly incoherent, other than one highly inappropriate request, which he recognized was wrong, and immediate apologized – that “so drunk you say whatever passes through your head…” state. Eventually got security to come help him get to his camp (which was roughly 2 miles away and he thought he was in).

  6. I love the stories that everyone has, and I have a strong urge to point something kind of unpopular out. So, I’m going to do it even though I’m sure everyone will disagree. In none of these stories was anyone hurt. I personally believe that we’ve all watched far too much news and have developed an unstatistically balanced viewpoint of the dangers of strangers. The largest bad thing that I could have seen happening? That it was -40 out and you had your door locked. So kudos to you for unknowingly opening your home to someone who was in need.

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