I saw my life flash...
...in the eyes of a geriatric 70 year old sociopath gentleman.
Ok, so you have to understand the way my house is situated. We are on an acreage, but it isn't isolated. We are relatively close to the city, about 15 minutes drive from Calgary, but still relatively "country living". And our acreage is with anoher 7-8 houses surrounding it (about 2 acres away from each other, so spacey, but you could easily, easily throw something over and hit the neighbors land :P) But the point of the matter is that everyone is rather lax on safety. Cars are unlocked, homes are unlocked. Garage doors are left open during the day. Not the smartest way of things, but whatever. Anyways, so our situation was that I had to go down and feed the horses, so our garage door (and consequently the door to our house) was open.
So last night, at around 9:30pm, my parents and I are sitting watching the Olympics. When I hear this faint tapping. I look around, and shrug it off. Then I hear this faint tapping again, ank ask if the parental unit hears anything. Nope. So I'm watching the Olympics again, and hear the tapping again, and I'm like "I think someone is at the door", so I go to the front door, open it. And nothing.
So now I'm thinking I'm crazy, and hearing things, and watch the last minutes of curling and decide to go out and feed the horses.
So I got dressed, opened the garage door.
And screamed bloody murder.
Because there in the shadows of the garage was this older man, just sitting there, and then he waved at me.
So my parents come rushing out and are like "what the hell is going on?!!"
And the old man is all like "I think I'm lost. I tried tapping on the windows, but no one came."
Now my mother is a bleeding heart with old people, because that's her career pah for the past 30 years. I, on the other hand, along with my father, am damn suspicious of people. And I was like "Why not ring the doorbell? And what are you doing creeping around in my garage?" And he was like "I didn't think anyone would hear the doorbell. And I drove my car over (as he points about 2 blocks down) but I'm lost. So I thought I'd rest a bit in here before trying the next house." (ok creepy little man, why the hell wouldn't you just drive to each house so you look less like a creeper???)
So my mother (bleeding heart that she is. Maybe I'm just mean!) is all like "Kayla, stop interogating the poor man. I'll get you a phone, sir, and you can phone and find out the directions."
So my mother made the phone call, talked to whoever (son in law?) and got the directions, and the old man was like "Well, can you maybe drive me?" To which my dad said absolutely not, grabbed the phone from my mom and talked to the son in law, and was like "come get your father. Now."
So son in law came to grab old man 15 minutes later, and had him follow him out with the car, and apologized profusely, saying that his father in law was a bit demented.
So I feel a bit bad.
But that didn't stop me from having a doozy of a nightmare.
Ok, so you have to understand the way my house is situated. We are on an acreage, but it isn't isolated. We are relatively close to the city, about 15 minutes drive from Calgary, but still relatively "country living". And our acreage is with anoher 7-8 houses surrounding it (about 2 acres away from each other, so spacey, but you could easily, easily throw something over and hit the neighbors land :P) But the point of the matter is that everyone is rather lax on safety. Cars are unlocked, homes are unlocked. Garage doors are left open during the day. Not the smartest way of things, but whatever. Anyways, so our situation was that I had to go down and feed the horses, so our garage door (and consequently the door to our house) was open.
So last night, at around 9:30pm, my parents and I are sitting watching the Olympics. When I hear this faint tapping. I look around, and shrug it off. Then I hear this faint tapping again, ank ask if the parental unit hears anything. Nope. So I'm watching the Olympics again, and hear the tapping again, and I'm like "I think someone is at the door", so I go to the front door, open it. And nothing.
So now I'm thinking I'm crazy, and hearing things, and watch the last minutes of curling and decide to go out and feed the horses.
So I got dressed, opened the garage door.
And screamed bloody murder.
Because there in the shadows of the garage was this older man, just sitting there, and then he waved at me.
So my parents come rushing out and are like "what the hell is going on?!!"
And the old man is all like "I think I'm lost. I tried tapping on the windows, but no one came."
Now my mother is a bleeding heart with old people, because that's her career pah for the past 30 years. I, on the other hand, along with my father, am damn suspicious of people. And I was like "Why not ring the doorbell? And what are you doing creeping around in my garage?" And he was like "I didn't think anyone would hear the doorbell. And I drove my car over (as he points about 2 blocks down) but I'm lost. So I thought I'd rest a bit in here before trying the next house." (ok creepy little man, why the hell wouldn't you just drive to each house so you look less like a creeper???)
So my mother (bleeding heart that she is. Maybe I'm just mean!) is all like "Kayla, stop interogating the poor man. I'll get you a phone, sir, and you can phone and find out the directions."
So my mother made the phone call, talked to whoever (son in law?) and got the directions, and the old man was like "Well, can you maybe drive me?" To which my dad said absolutely not, grabbed the phone from my mom and talked to the son in law, and was like "come get your father. Now."
So son in law came to grab old man 15 minutes later, and had him follow him out with the car, and apologized profusely, saying that his father in law was a bit demented.
So I feel a bit bad.
But that didn't stop me from having a doozy of a nightmare.