Phnee and the Midnight Visitor

[mousme]

The doorbell rang.

Because I sleep in the basement and it's always impossible to tell what time it is, I confusedly thought that maybe I'd overslept and it was the postman bringing me my long-awaited books. I stumbled upstairs, and ascertained that no, it was still dark out.

I switched on the porch light and looked out the window, to see a man standing in the street. At least he hadn't waited right outside my door, which would have guaranteed that I wouldn't open up. I unlocked the main door, then unlatched the outer door, and we had the following exchange.

Strange Man: "Is this the house of Mr. Lagarde?"

Me: "No, sorry."

Strange Man: "You're sure?"

Me: "Yes. You have the wrong house."

Strange Man: "Well, where is his house?"

Me: *glancing at my watch* "Sir, it's 01:00. I'm going back to bed."

Strange Man: *insisting* "But which house is his?"

Me: "Look, I don't know him."

Strange Man: "But he said he lived on Hamilton! He's the master electrician!"

Me: "I still don't know him. Hamilton is a long street. I can't help you."

Strange Man: "But he said it was right near the pre-school!" [let it be noted for the record that there is no preschool near me that I know of]

Me: *shrugging* "I still can't help you. Good night."

Strange Man: "Oh. Sorry for waking you!"

Me: "Goodbye." *shuts door and goes back to bed*


I mean, seriously. What person in their right mind randomly rings a doorbell at 01:00 in the morning looking for a master electrician?