Last night I wake up to Adam at our bedroom window, flashing lights outside, voices at 3:00am. Adam is surprised I hadn't woken up earlier.
I was watching sex and the city in the bedroom before going to sleep that evening. Adam was sleepy so I made him nap in the living room while I finished watching my dvds (i'm mean). Adam fell asleep in the living room couch and woke up later to some tapping/thumping/banging. He assumed it was me going to the bathroom. He keeps hearing the sound and notices a person at the front the door. At first he thought it was just some kids coming to take our Halloween pumpkins, but the person(s) are lingering there. He freaks out and calls the police from the bathroom. The Mount Pleasant police arrive pretty quickly. It turns out to be just one drunk and confused guy. They ask the guy, "do you live here?" He grunts "yes." They ask for identification. They escort the guy from the porch to the sidewalk, and an officer informs Adam that they are going to send this drunk individual to the hospital. A few minutes later an ambulance arrives to take the guy to the hospital. The officer nicely brings our Sunday New York Times from the sidewalk to the front porch. Adam says "thank you" to the officer. I hope the drunk guy is okay and has insurance.
via maxim dalton