Ok, gentlemen, gentleladies,
Im sitting in my living room hear a car screech to a halt out front.
I aasumed it was just some yahoo playing grabass or something, but then I heard the parking brake being engaged(grrrrrp)So, I take a peek outside, it's very dark on my street, no streetlights, etc..I see some rambling wreck parked out front and hear a creaky door open.At that time the dog goes apeshyt,the kids start screaming,the wife asks WTF is going on?
Now, we have one of those highend security screen doors and it being a hot night it was open.I walk up to the door, with my Colt Commander loaded with 230 ball.
I see the figure crossing the lawn and ask kindly "What can I help you with?" No answer.
I ask again with authority "WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH?" I flip the porchlight and see this short hispanic type,disheveled,greasy looking character with a pizza warmer thing ala Dominos.
I tell him I ordered no pizza.
He states:
"Hay, meester, heers yoor peesa's n shicken weengs"
I rhetorically state that I ordered no 'damn' pizzas.
He is adamnent that this is the correct house.He says he's looking for 1234 I tell him I live at 1243.1234 is across the St
He becomes agitated! I tell the wife to call 911.
He say's "okay, no proglem"
I checked it out to see if he delivers pizza across the street and negative.I tried getting a description of the car, but it was way too dark.
Hope it was just a fluke or a wrong street.
"Honey, start the coffee"
The Mongoose on tactical alert.