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On Saturday I worked with a guy named Danny. (Not Dan, the guy I went to see a movie with, but Danny. I mentioned him once months and months ago. Entertaining, but he sometimes lacks common sense)
Any way, on Saturday he mentioned that before coming to work that morning, he'd discovered a stranger lying on his apartment couch. The man was sleeping, so Danny didn't disturb him, assuming he was a friend of one of his roommates.
Danny called me tonight. Apparently, four days later, the man has continued to live on the couch, watched their TV, used their bathroom. So, Danny started asking questions to the man and his various roommates. Turns out, the man was nobody's friend. He was not an invited guest. He was a homeless man who took advantage of the fact that Danny and his roommates left their door unlocked.
The man has been expelled from Danny's apartment and Danny has since bought new soap and a new toothbrush.
Why, oh why, must Danny and I live and work in an area with so many crazies?
Any way, on Saturday he mentioned that before coming to work that morning, he'd discovered a stranger lying on his apartment couch. The man was sleeping, so Danny didn't disturb him, assuming he was a friend of one of his roommates.
Danny called me tonight. Apparently, four days later, the man has continued to live on the couch, watched their TV, used their bathroom. So, Danny started asking questions to the man and his various roommates. Turns out, the man was nobody's friend. He was not an invited guest. He was a homeless man who took advantage of the fact that Danny and his roommates left their door unlocked.
The man has been expelled from Danny's apartment and Danny has since bought new soap and a new toothbrush.
Why, oh why, must Danny and I live and work in an area with so many crazies?
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