> There are scary people in the world.
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> Last night, I was woken up around 3:30 am by my frantic wife. Someone was banging on our door and ringing the doorbell, she said. Her friend, Nancy who is staying with us until Monday, was sleeping in the living room and was scared half to death. They were both afraid to answer the door.
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> I stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs. The porch light was already on, so I looked out the peephole. Whoever it was had left, so I shut the light off and we all went back to bed. I was able to get back to sleep, but my wife and her friend were up the rest of the night, scared that this idiot would come back.
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> This morning I investigated our front patio. Someone had used our patio chair and table in the middle of the night, and a partially drunk bottle of Budweiser was left sitting on the table. My guess is that whoever it was who banged on our door and rang the doorbell at 3:30 was drunk.
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> After all, would a normal, sober person of any decent character come banging on a complete stranger's door in the wee hours of the morning? I don't think so. At least, I hope not.
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> If it happens again, I'll probably call the police. What would you do in a situation like that?

I guess I'd open the door, rack a shell into the chamber of the 12 gauge, model 12 Winchester and watch the jerk disappear over the horizon. It works everytime and you never have to fire a shot.
Howard