We had a guy knock at our door at about 9:30 last night. He appeared to be very drunk, pleasant drunk but still drunk, asked if we could call a taxi for him. Not exactly a request to rifle through my undercrackers but still a weird (or wierd or wired or whatever
) request.
He said he'd walked from the next village (about 2 miles) and was heading for the station (about 4 miles further) when he ran out of enthusiasm.
No problem at all, we called the cab which turned up 10 minutes later (he was waiting outside) and the chap could not have been more grateful. It didn't stop us being very glad that we have a large dog with a large bark who was expressing extreme dissatisfaction at not being able to feast on this marinaded specimen of homo sapiens.
Were we risking it opening the door? We didn't think so, we still have enough confidence in society to do that for a stranger and to hope that we'd get someone help us in return. We did admit that we have more confidence in society with a large woofing dog in the background, though.
(Norm... spill chucker to the stars.)
