So we all came back from Florida with colds and mine was lingering even this week. Exhausted, I was in bed around midnight (unusual), when I heard some people upstairs. I'm in a basement apartment and I'd been told there might be some college girls staying upstairs while the owners were away. Fine, I thought, and closed my groggy eyes only to hear the door from upstairs open.
"Hello?" I said. They turned on the light and multiple footsteps began to descend. I asked, "Who is it? Hello?" And they stopped.
"Oh, sorry," one said. "We didn't know anybody was down here."
"I'm sorry," I said, wanting to apologize for not coming out to meet the people breaking in, "I'm not dressed." The door closed and it became immediately quiet upstairs.
Well, I guess my voice is still a bit froggier than I thought. They called their contact at the church and said, "There's a boy downstairs and he's not dressed!" Actually, that's one version. Someone else said the girls reported actually seeing the partially clad boy on a couch and insisting they needed to stay somewhere else.
As my sister-in-law said, "You can't make that stuff up."