About 9:30 last night, there’s a knock on my door. Nobody does that. Ever. I got up and got my handgun, and went to the door. Turned on the porch light, and with the revolver clearly visible in my right hand, opened th door about 2”.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“We want to know if you got a package delivered today that belongs to us.”
“I DIDN’T GET ANYTHING DELIVERED TODAY, AND IF I DO AND IT’S ADDRESSED TO SOMEONE ON MY STREET, I DELIVER IT MYSELF. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING COMING TO MY HOUSE AFTER DARK? I DON’T KNOW YOU! THAT’S A GREAT WAY TO GET SHOT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE **RIGHT NOW**”
And I slammed the door on them.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“We want to know if you got a package delivered today that belongs to us.”
“I DIDN’T GET ANYTHING DELIVERED TODAY, AND IF I DO AND IT’S ADDRESSED TO SOMEONE ON MY STREET, I DELIVER IT MYSELF. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING COMING TO MY HOUSE AFTER DARK? I DON’T KNOW YOU! THAT’S A GREAT WAY TO GET SHOT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE **RIGHT NOW**”
And I slammed the door on them.