Attempted B & E at my house?

So about six minutes ago, my sister and I were putzing around the house, when we heard the sound of someone frantically trying to open our side door.

“What do we do”? Debra asked imploringly, staring up at me from her World Issues essay.

“I’ll go have a look,” I answered

I marched to the door and parted the dusty blinds with my index finger. A creepy pair of eyes stared back at me. He wore a red shirt and a grey cap.

In a thick Russian accent, he said something in English, but largely unintelligible. I asked him to repeat it.

“Michael McKevy. I am looking for Mishkev.”

At least, that’s what it sounded like. Anyways, after I informed him that he had the wrong place, he walked to his car, which was parked in the driveway, and he reluctantly drove off.

So here is my analysis: It sounds like a clear-cut case, doesn’t it? Some guy was told to go to a house, but he went to the wrong address. He was simply told to go to the sidedoor... WRONG!

That does not explain why rather than knocking (which anyone would do when arriving at someone’s home for the first time), this guy was desperately trying to crack the door open. He was shaking that knob for a bit before I answered, and when I confronted him, he looked genuinely surprised that someone was home.

Creepy.

So lock your doors, dear readers. You never know when some random guy is going to try to open it.

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