Last night I got in from a work meeting at 11:30 and conked out, looking forward to today, the first day I’ve taken off all summer.
Four hours later, I snap awake to find someone alternately moaning and rubbing up against my door and then yelling and pounding to be let in. Understand, I live in a studio, so this person at my front door is two feet away from the bed where I’m no longer sleeping.
I yell for him to go away, and he doesn’t, just keeps banging and moaning and calling me Susie, so I call security, which thankfully comes right away. Turns out the guy lives on the fourth floor and was so massively drunk that he couldn’t tell it wasn’t his apartment, but man! What a way to kick off your day off!