So last night I'm on a zoom call happy hour with some old college friends. I get up to make some coffee and there's a knock at my front door. It's a stranger, scared out of his mind, with a gunshot wound on his right side. He asks me if he can hide out in my house so the people that shot him can't find him.
I let him in and we awkwardly make small talk while we wait for his wife to pick him up. I give him some water, let him use my bathroom, we play chess, and so forth. He's pretty nervous and shaking quite a bit, but I went into nurse mode and kept cool. The bullet fortunately went right through his side with a neat little hole on both sides of the shirt. It bled less than I thought it would too. He asked me not to call the police or an ambulance, and I obliged on the condition that if he passed out I would have to call 911, which he accepted.
His wife came, he thanked me, and left. Fucking wild night.
I probably wouldn't have let him in if my daughter were home and I probably shouldn't have let him in regardless. Dude had a very large knife in his back pocket. I haven't slept since then and am lamenting that I signed a two year lease for this place.
What would you do Era?
I let him in and we awkwardly make small talk while we wait for his wife to pick him up. I give him some water, let him use my bathroom, we play chess, and so forth. He's pretty nervous and shaking quite a bit, but I went into nurse mode and kept cool. The bullet fortunately went right through his side with a neat little hole on both sides of the shirt. It bled less than I thought it would too. He asked me not to call the police or an ambulance, and I obliged on the condition that if he passed out I would have to call 911, which he accepted.
His wife came, he thanked me, and left. Fucking wild night.
I probably wouldn't have let him in if my daughter were home and I probably shouldn't have let him in regardless. Dude had a very large knife in his back pocket. I haven't slept since then and am lamenting that I signed a two year lease for this place.
What would you do Era?