Yesterday, I had a crew putting in a french drain system beside the house. We also had carpet cleaners come in at the same time. My son comes walking in, goes to the bathroom. The front door was open, only the storm door between us and outside world.
All of a sudden, the door opens up, and a young man walks in. I thought for a second it was one of Matt's friends. The carpet gal and I look up when he walks in, and I say Matt is in the bathroom.
He says, I don't want Matt, I'm so and so brother. And I said "who the f**k are you? Matt comes walking by the guy as he is heading back into the house. I start after him, with an S&W in my hand, and the guy comes back and says I've got the wrong house. And is out the door.
The crew working on the french drain tells me he pulled up in the drive way with a beer in his hand, hit their trailer, jumps out and runs in the house. Well he was running back to the car and down the street he went as fast as the car could go.
The crew is standing there with their mouths open because I have a gun in my hand. I got his tag number and called the police.
The guy was drunk and I honestly hope he really had the wrong house. But I sure got strange looks from the carpet gal when the Smith came out of my pocket. And the Mexican crew working on the drain system were buzzing after I came out of the house with the gun in my hand. I never pointed it at the guy but he sure hot footed it when he saw the gun.
Matt goes "Who the f*ck was that?" then shrugged his shoulders and went on!
Wierd day yesterday was!