"We don't know you, bro..."
This guy fucking hated me. I showed up in his driveway after 11pm, and rang his doorbell because I thought it was the correct house.
"There's nobody named Chris here dude." What a moron this guy was turning out to be.
"No." I corrected him. "My name is Chris." I spoke slowly, and indicated myself as I explained. "Clearly I have the wrong address. Give me one second and I will amend this situation."
This guy was dumb as a rock. If my intent was to create havoc, why would I park in the driveway and knock? This idiot would be very suspicious of a wrong number. I tried to ignore his stupid dumbfounded face as I rechecked the address.
He did not like my van or the way I looked. He didn't like how I spoke or sounded. I feel absolutely certain of that. I have no idea what he thought I was trying to pull. He stood at his front door glaring at me as I stepped back to the van and looked at my phone.
Two houses over. That's where I was supposed to be. Not in this fuckface's tiny driveway. Not in this man's dumbass stare.
I pulled in two houses over two seconds later. I arrived to a much warmer reception over there.
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