Oh, good lord.

So….the office lady called the contractor-boss. Who showed up at my door. And asked me to come and point at the guy who walked in.
Um, no. I have done scary-violent guys in my past. No lather-rinse-repeat, plz.
Well, OK. Can you describe him?
Sure, older guy, mutton chops, wearing a bandanna or hat, carrying what looked like venetian blinds, shorts, maybe a muscle shirt. He walked in and turned right around so, I didn’t get a great look at him.
Mexican, right?
Um, no. I would have said so if I thought he was Mexican.
Alright. I’ll talk with my guys and determine who it was.
Thanks. Oh, please keep me informed on who it was, what you find out? This was a pretty scary incident for me. It could’ve been innocent but he could also have been casing the place.
Righty-o!

Fifteen minutes pass….

Door knock.
There is older guy with mutton chops on my door step. With boss-contractor standing below on the stairs.
Hello?
Um, yeah. I’m very sorry that I came into the house.
….
And it will never happen again.
…
Well,….bye!

They leave.

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^ me, feeling like I’ve been backed into a corner now.