Something sort of weird and dangerous just happened...

...so I'm unwinding, two glasses of wine, watching a movie, and suddenly I hear somebody talking REALLY LOUD outside my window. So of course I turn down my movie and I start listening.

"I DONT KNOW. I'M LOST. I MEAN, I KNOW WHERE I AM, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM. YAH. I'M COMING, YAH."

Super loud. So I look out the window and there is a young guy, 20's-ish, and he is DRUNK. Swaying, and calling somebody and trying to get somewhere.

My mind was racing. Should I call the police? There's no time to get his licence plate. I can't let this DRUNK person drive away and kill a little baby! He's about to drive away. But I can't let him in my house! It's raining! What about the babies!? So I scream "HEY!" and then I hear him interrupt his phone call and see him look around.

"You wanna sober up a little before you go anywhere?"

"WHAT?"

"You wanna hang out?"

"Sure. Where ARE you?"

So I run downstairs and open up the front door, and sit on the front porch. This guy is TRASHED. Can't WALK. It's raining. My butt is now wet from sitting on my porch and it's raining on me. He sits down. We exchange pleasantries.

ME: "Do you want to go for a walk?"

STRANGER: "Sure."

"Let me grab an umbrella and some shoes."

I ran in the house (locked the door behind me) and grabbed my shoes but couldn't find an umbrella and we ended up walking down to 54th and then down to Cedar and back. (About 9 blocks.) The entire time I was praying, hoping that my good deed would not end in a rape/murder situation. I kept looking at every house that had lights on...he tells me about his daughter Ava Grace, and she's 2, and she's his whole world. His brother has had 2 DUI's, his sister has had one. He works for a grocery produce distributor. His brother lost his license for a year, and his sister 6 months. I explained that if he lost his license, he couldn't get to work and then he couldn't take care of Ava.

Blah blah blah

I decided I couldn't let him drive, even after our walk. I couldn't let him in my house. I asked who we could call. Could somebody come and get him? Could I call him a cab? We called his brother. I talked to him. He lives at 60th and Chicago.

And then Rigs called. (Dude from the phone call that started thsi whole thing). He said, "I'm really disappointed DAN, I'm really f&^$%&g disappointed."

Dan goes, "I'm not coming to the bar."

I go, "Let me talk to Rigs...hi Rigs this is Kady. I'm trying to get Dan a ride home"

Rigs goes, "F*#K YOU!!!!!!!! KAAAAAAAADY!"

I'm like, (to Dan) "nice friend, Dan".

Rigs continues, "You tell DAN that I'm throwing all his S*&t outside in a box..."

I'm like, "you sound like an angry wife".

Then he hung up on me.

And then Dan's brother came and got him. but not before I heard him yelling that "that girl didn't give me good directions". I think Dan and his friends hate women. But he didn't hurt me. He did ask for my phone number though.

Right.

p.s. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry I did that. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. And, I'm adding it to the list of reasons why it's a miracle I'm alive right now.