I was young, early twenties, first time out on my own, first apartment, first gun, working thirds, sound asleep in the middle of the day. I woke up because I heard sounds in my kitchen. Got up and crept to my bedroom door, gun in hand. Cracked the bedroom door, and there in my kitchen, was a strange man. I just about died.
I had a tight grip on the gun, and was not quite panicked, wondering how I was going to shoot him, if I was going to wait till he came toward the room, or if I was going to hide behind the bed and make him come after me, blah, blah, blah.....I remember a roaring sound in my ears, lol.
Then he slightly turned toward me, still in the kitchen, and I saw a Maytag logo on his shirt at almost the same instant he bent over and pulled open my dishwasher. It hit me like a ton of bricks that he was there to do preventive maintenance on the dishwasher . I slowly and silently closed the bedroom door. Shaking. That man never knew how close he came.
But the apartment manager got an earful later that day. I was in full rage mode by then. I reminded her that by law she had to give me three days notice before sending someone over and that I had come very close to KILLING her unannounced repairman. But it was a good life lesson. Things are not always what they appear....
I had a tight grip on the gun, and was not quite panicked, wondering how I was going to shoot him, if I was going to wait till he came toward the room, or if I was going to hide behind the bed and make him come after me, blah, blah, blah.....I remember a roaring sound in my ears, lol.
Then he slightly turned toward me, still in the kitchen, and I saw a Maytag logo on his shirt at almost the same instant he bent over and pulled open my dishwasher. It hit me like a ton of bricks that he was there to do preventive maintenance on the dishwasher . I slowly and silently closed the bedroom door. Shaking. That man never knew how close he came.
But the apartment manager got an earful later that day. I was in full rage mode by then. I reminded her that by law she had to give me three days notice before sending someone over and that I had come very close to KILLING her unannounced repairman. But it was a good life lesson. Things are not always what they appear....