The other night I got home late, about 2AM on a weeknight. I pulled up to my townhouse and noticed a car, with lights, on parked across my driveway. There are parking spaces around the corner. Mine is a middle house of four townhouses in a row. When I pulled up the other car backed up and I pulled into my driveway. The other car immediately pulled forward again across my driveway. I can’t put my car in the garage because I am using it for storage (storage, hoarding, whatever). Anyway, I sat there for a second wondering if I should just get out of my car, open the garage and go in. (The front door is a flight up so I rarely use it.)
I look in my mirror, and Mr. Stranger has turned off his car and is standing next to it, talking on his cell phone. I cracked the window and called out “Can I help you?” He said, “I work for your neighbor (woman’s name) and I came by to drop off a hard drive but she’s not answering her phone”. Now while I don’t technically know my neighbor’s first name, I do know that she is a professional who lives with her husband and small child.
I shut off the car and sat for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Mr. Stranger is not a scary type, about early 30’s, glasses, borderline nerdy, looks like he would fit in on the Dope. I made my decision (spoilered below) and obviously I am still alive and well and typing. However, this AM I told people my story and received responses from “Why didn’t you call 911?” to “You’re being paranoid”. I’m interested in seeing if there is a gender breakdown as to the responses.
What I did was:
I called out to him “I know it sounds crazy but would you mind getting into your car and driving around the block so I can get into my house? If your sister or girlfriend had a stranger outside their house at 2AM you would want them to be sure they were safe, wouldn’t you?” Being a totally harmless geeky nerd as he presented, he did as I asked and is probably blogging about the crazy paranoid lady as we speak.