So, late Saturday night, or early Sunday morning (depending on how you want to look at it) I'm am awoken to what sounds like someone trying the beat in my front door. My girlfriend wakes and says to me, "Holy crap what is that? Someone is pounding the door."
I get up grab my Glock and a light and head to the door wondering WTF is going on out here. I'm thinking my roommate lost his keys while out drinking or something (which has happened) so I look out the peep whole.
Outside is a guy I've never seen pacing back and forth, stopping, and then pounding on my door. So, I turn on my light and open the door.
[me]"What the fuck do you want!"
[random dude] "Oh...umm....I'm with Jim upstairs...and uhmmm. I was just handing him a gun and it kind of went off and it was um pointed at the floor and um I was wondering if you were ok and um...."
[me]Did you call the police?
[random dude]Yea...just wondering if (sees my Glock)...you...are...ok??
[me]I'm fine. Be more careful next time, and try not to beat down my fucking door.
I can understand being a bit shook up by the whole ordeal, but seriously knock like a civil person at 3 AM, and if no one comes to the door just leave.