The problem with open blinds on the first floor.
In a earlier post, I pondered if anyone else had noticed my Christmas tree. Apparently they have. Picture it:
It's around midnight. I'm going to the kitchen to grab a Luigi's lemon italian ice to get my sweet 'n sour kick. I'm in my pajamas. I turn to look at my gorgeous tree and I see... a large black man in a hoodie staring straight at me through the window.
Don't panic. Don't panic. He's just admiring the lovely tree...
I immediately want to lock the door... but I don't want him to see me rush to lock the door. So I duck into the kitchen. Then I peak my head around the corner to see if he's gone. Nope.
So I did what a normal half naked coward would do... hurry to my room and lock my door.
You think he's still there? You think he likes the tree?
It's around midnight. I'm going to the kitchen to grab a Luigi's lemon italian ice to get my sweet 'n sour kick. I'm in my pajamas. I turn to look at my gorgeous tree and I see... a large black man in a hoodie staring straight at me through the window.
Don't panic. Don't panic. He's just admiring the lovely tree...
I immediately want to lock the door... but I don't want him to see me rush to lock the door. So I duck into the kitchen. Then I peak my head around the corner to see if he's gone. Nope.
So I did what a normal half naked coward would do... hurry to my room and lock my door.
You think he's still there? You think he likes the tree?
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