What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
08.06.2025 06:31
ME: Yeah, it’s over there in the top drawer.
HIM: You’re too old…. (then realizes what he just said) I mean, I mean…
Then her husband begins to eat.
ME: STAY OUT OF THE DANGNABIT STOVE AND REFRIGERATOR!
HIM: Oh sorry Ma’am Reverend, Priest, (stumbling for words)
WIFE: Yes she doooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!
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ME: (Giving my full name and he just stood there)
HIM: Oh mannnnnnnnnn! I love that!
HIM: (sheepishly) Yeah, I broke into her house and busted the glass
HIM: (shrugs) And looks at the 2 grilled cheese sandwiches. (I knew what he was looking for that wasn’t there)
ME: (goes back and makes another order) Would you like to take a shower?
ME: Just call me Southie, it’s my nickname
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HIM: I’d probably shoot and ask questions later.
ME: I’m married - taken - sorry!
HIM: They brought the dream RV, they’ve gone RV’ing!
HIM: I love lobster but….
ME: (turns speaker phone on and sets the headset down)
HUSBAND: “So? I know good food when I see and smell it! I’m hungry!”
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ME: (being humorus) So you like to rolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll? Every word you saaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy?
HER BROTHER: Knock it off before I hang up on you again! I swear that’s the only good reason you moved over there because weed is legal!
ME: Laughing
HIM: Yeah I did move, I’m on vacation, I came down to visit Mom and Dad….
GLASS MAN: Well, why didn’t you knock on the door!
HIM: (in background) Yeah I know, I am at her house, at our old house.
ME: Yeah I could have too but I didn’t!
He then tells me that he’s going to take the blind dog out for a walk. But the dog kept taking him back home (next door). So much for the dog walking, he wound up carrying the dog back over here because he wouldn’t get up after lying down on his front porch!
HUSBAND: Sure, hell, let’s eat!
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ME: It’s made with lobster shells!
HIM: He then goes through a bunch of hotels and motels, trying to find a room - cheap and as early available entry hours. The earliest one he could find was 11 AM, about 5 miles away.
SISTER: SHUT THE FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK UPPPPPPPPPP you biiiiiiiiittttttttchhhh!
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(Gets up and grabs a jar and returns to the table with a fork)
WIFE: (First name) what am I going to do with you!?
HIM: Yeah, and bad enough, she thinks she’s cool! If she talked like that to Mom - Mom would have slapped her brains to the other end of the street. And if she talked like that to Dad - well, she wouldn’t have any body parts left!
HIM: (thanking me and tries to eat and with the headset propped up on his shoulder)
ME: Well, I am sorry to report this, but again, your parents sold me the property. They no longer live here and I couldn’t give you any other information except they took off RV’ing and exploring the North America, as I did hear them remark “We’re heading off to Canada.”
SISTER: CHILLLLLLLLLL OUTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
While he took a shower, he then shouted out, I noticed I was running low on eggs, so I shouted back “Grilled Cheese Sandwiches? I’m sort of hungry myself too.”
I’m brewing coffee, and he then says “I hope that’s a full pot you’re brewing.”
He then takes the Blind dog out in the backyard to do his business, and then brings him back inside - wiping his paws, and then has him to follow him to the spare bedroom (which is a queen sized), and had the dog on the bed and he tucked himself in. Was out cold in about 5 minutes or less.
HUSBAND: Grace here! (begins to eat)
HIM: Lord, Father God, I ask you to bless this lovely dinner tonight and I am ever thankful that I was never shot! Lesson learned. I will appreciate tonight’s dinner forever! AMEN!
SISTER: I would have shot him if he did that to me!
WIFE: Son (talking to former neighbor’s son), You have a lot of explaining to do here!
He then comes out, shaving with his battery operated electric razor (rechargeable) and then goes into the garage and runs the washer.
HIM: Yeah, No, No, No. I was coming home! You know Mom and Dad always goes to bed around 8 every night…
NEIGHBOR (WOMAN): Well, xxxxx (his first name), it’s good to see you! But you know your mom and dad doesn’t live here anymore, right?
HIM: Yeah, the new owner made me breakfast, I’m starving!
HIM: Please!
HIM: (he hung up on her)
ME: “Would you like to join us? You can hear the tale of the busted window!”
(I walk him to the hall linen closet, gives him some towels, and he went outside to his motorcycle and grabbed some clean clothes, his soap, shampoo, hairbrush, electric razor, Toothbrush and toothpaste, and other necessities. He pulls his shirt off and I saw him put into another side bag, and I realized that’s his dirty laundry and I tap on the window and “using my finger” - pointing to his dirty clothes and inside. So he lugs all his dirty clothes and brings it inside. Once he comes back inside, and he said “Washer in garage?” Which I nodded yes, so he put his dirty laundry in the garage and said “I will wash it once I get done with the shower.”)
Then I saw my son’s bedroom nightstand light go on, and there was this, young guy, who looked like he was about 24–25 years old, picking up the glass (broke the window), and with my gun pointing right at him.
HIM: But that’s already too much! I’ve busted your window, and you’ve spared me death, fed me, allowed me to do my laundry and shower.
HIM: ___________!!!!!!!!
HIM: But it’s so good! How much longer?
ME: Yeah, the shells. Yeah, not the meat! The meat’s in the pot!
He then said “Why is xxxx (dog’s name) here?” I then responded, “The neighbors next door had to take their other little dog over to the other side of the state for surgery. I am babysitting him. The reason why I pulled the gun back was to the fact the dog knew you and you called it by name.”
BOTH are talking, and apparently his sister is surprised that Mom and Dad had sold the house, they didn’t tell her either.
HIM: It’s alright, I cleaned it up, and we got a board up. Going to buy her a new window in the morning!
Then tells me to sit down after I put the hot pads on the table.
ME: You’ve cleaned your plate up? Would you like me to make some more?
HIM: (puts $20.00 bill under the phone) - dials - gets his sister (who apparently just came home from work - a grouch).
He stood there, and said “This was busted from the outside in. Did you call the police?”
SISTER: You’re always talking with your mouthful! Where the hell are you?
ME: Pow, Bang, to the moon, Alice, to the moon!
WIFE: “DID YOUR MAMA EVER TELL YOU HOW RUDE YOU ARE?”
So the dinner goes on, with her husband having like 4 or 5 bowls of Lobster Bisque. Pretty much everyone ate their fill and I had enough for left over for lunch. And he tells them what happened.
ME: Oops! Sorry! I forgot you were here!
He invites them inside and they’re giving their dog lots of loves, while her husband is catching stuff or holding stuff!
He then grabs another cup of coffee and sits there and observes me making Lobster Bisque. The aroma filled the house. He kept coming in with a soup spoon and “sampling”! Then he realizes there’s no Lobster meat in the pot!
(Pauses)
ME: (laughing)
HIM: You just pulverized the lobster?
I then asked, “Is your mom and dad’s names xxxx and xxxx (last name)?” He said “Yeah, I’m (xxxx) first name.”
HUSBAND: “I’ll seat myself! Serve it up!”
HIM: Do you mind if I call my sister up? It will be long distance, she lives in Colorado.
WIFE: (slaps him)
And I went to finish up the soup and the neighbors next door came over, and they were literally SHOCKED to see their old neighbor’s son next door answering my front door! Their dog was so happy they were home, and his tail was knocking everything off within its reach, almost toppling over the living room lamp!
ME: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
ME: (in background) Hey hon! I’m not so cold hearted that I shoot everyone that breaks into my house!
BOTH NEIGHBORS goes into the dining room. Her husband goes into my kitchen and grabs a spoon, “Ohhhh, Lobster Bisque! My favorite!”
GLASS MAN: (Eye rolls) and within 25 minutes, he got the glass repaired and it was all safe and sound.
He then assumed I was related to the dog’s parents, because he said “Please tell Mr and Mrs xxxx, that I will pay for the window, I was trying to go back home.”
We ate, and then he insisted on doing the dishes, and he did it all, and figured out where everything went after he dried it. I had the television on (early morning news).
HIM: Please don’t mimic my sister!
ME: Just ask.
HIM: ______________!!!!!!!!!
I then told him to “sit down on my son’s chair.” He then said “in a minute, cleaning up…” I then realized he wasn’t a threat, so I went to the garage and got a plywood board and we made it fit (temporary cover).
I then said “Hold on, it’s possible the dog did not make it.”
WIFE: “(First name) GET OUT OF HER COOKING POT! IT’S NOT YOURS!”
ME: Please shout out when you’re out of the shower so I can start cooking.
I also handed him a Can of Sprite, and told him to “Sit down”, and he did. I then said, “Your mom and dad sold the property to me; they’re out per what their last words said and the bumper sticker on the back of the RV “Out spending their children’s inheritance”. I had been upgrading and remodeling the house if you noticed the wall there is wide open and unfinished (I had a huge blanket propped with clothespins against the wall that was opened), as you can see it’s now PVC piping, the sewer pipe below has completely rusted out so the new pipes going in tomorrow is propped here.
Then the phone rang, while the Wife and neighbor’s former son washed and dried the dishes.
HIM: Do you have a yellow pages?
I then said “Where’s your car or truck?”
ME: Oops, I forgot something!
HIM: _________!!!???__________
SISTER: OOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMMMM GGGGGGGGGGG! My brother’s going to jaaiiiiiillllllll!
ME: (smiles)
HIM: Please! I’m starving! I drove 11 hours straight to home, well, used to be home!
SISTER: Hey, I just realized you called me from someone else’s name? I was checking the caller idddddddddddddddd?
BROTHER: I wouldn’t know because you hung up on my phone call
WHY?
HUSBAND: Spoil sport!
ME: Is she always like that? Rolling out every single words?
HUSBAND: (clicks phone off and with a gruff) She hasn’t changed! Wondered what she called about?
I gave her a gentle hug and offered my condolences. And the former neighbor’s son also gave her hugs. Then the wife said “You know, you should come over our house and spend the night, it’s somewhat intrusive that you’re over here. And deary? (Speaking to me) Thank you for not shooting him!”
ME: Would it be easier to ask me if you could sleep on the spare bed here?
SISTER: What the ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk? You’ve got the entire neighborhood in the houssssssssssssssssssssse?
ME: Can’t have dill pickles, I am allergic to dill.
HIM: Thanks so much Ma’am, and oh, What’s your name?
While this one here may cause many people’s eyes to open! No criminal charges were filed! In fact, a case and event like this is super-rare!
HIM: Well I found that out!
ME: I know some parents who fits the bill of what you’ve described!
HIM: RIGHT ON!!! (opens the pickle jar eagerly and stabs himself a couple of pickles and offers me)
ME: (Laughing) Yes, you’re old enough to be my son!
ME: Thank you very much sir, you did a great job! Good bye!
HIM: Cool! Thanks Southie!
SISTER: (getting mad) Enough with that bulll-shittttttttttttttttttt!
SISTER: Yeah buttttttttttttttttttttt…. You moved!
SISTER: No shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt Sherloooooooooocckkkkkk You just now found that outttttttttttttt?
ME: About another half hour before the meat goes back into the pot.
ME: Sure.
ME: No! They are not!
ME: Why not? You’re both adults! They can do whatever they want, they don’t need your permission!
HIM: My kind of girl!
WIFE: Hello (calling her first name) How are you doing over in Colly-rad-O?
HAHAHAHAHA! It definitely woke him up!
FORMER NEIGHBOR’S SON: I will ask the blessing if I may? Southie?
HIM: That’s why I am calling you to find out if you knew!
SISTER: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT???????
WIFE: Shot?
ME: Yessssssssssssssssssssss! (reminding him of his sister)
HIM: (laughing) Yeah, that’s about right!
The poor guy just literally peed in his pants and his eyes were round as saucers, and he was trembling and frightened and begged “Don’t shoot! Don’t Shoot!”, I then drew back the firing pin, and raised the gun up.
ME: Go ahead. (leading him to the open area - dining room, and the phone’s right there).
WIFE: “ YOU ARE ALWAYS HUNGRY! You need to lose some pounds buster!”
HIM: (goes to the drawer, spies a notepad and pen and stays at the dining room table) Dialing some 24 hour Window Repair, getting quotes. Found one guy who can come out in the morning to fix it. (Cost $250.00.)
ME: (Gives him a thumbs up)
HIM: I did it!
The former neighbor’s son then grabs a couple more soup bowls and sets the table. And he then pops bread in the broiler that’s been buttered and garlic.
HIM: I didn’t come by car or truck, I came by motorcycle. It’s parked at my usual spot over there.
HIM: You’ve never met my parents have you?
ME: Yes, I can drink 12 pot myself!
ME: (goes into the kitchen - makes Bacon, Eggs, and Grits with cheese for him - since he looked pretty hungry). Then I bring him a plate and set it down in front of him with a glass of milk, and small glass of orange juice.
So after the 2nd 12 cup pot of Mr. Coffee brewing, the glass guy called early, and came around 7:30 in the morning!
SISTER: YEAHHHHH But you bro…………….
(He opens the other window curtains, and I could see his Honda Goldwing, 1100, parked right there. Apparently, he opened the double-gate and parked his bike there. Which that right there explained to me why there’s a small “concrete pad” (about 9′ x 7.5′) and the double awning was set high (which acted like a “Bike Port”).
ME: No your brother is not going to jail. I am not calling the police.
ME: NO!
SISTER: FFFFFFF….
HIM: He really doesn’t know my parents!
HIM: Yeah, I supposed dad retired, that was their plans. Not surprised, but what I am surprised is, they never told me.
For some reason, I was working in the office, and since my small couch is also a daybed, I went to lie there with the neighbor’s dog next to me. The dog nuzzled my arm, and I woke up, and I felt a very strong draft. (I knew I had all the windows closed.) So I pulled my Ruger Blackhawk (SuperHawk) 44 magnum, loaded it, and turned the safety off (ready to fire).
ME: Have you ever had Lobster Bisque?
HIM: HEY! That’s not nice! Apologize!
ME: What if it were me? What would you have done?
SISTER: Fock youuuuuuuuuuu!
NEIGHBOR (MAN): What’s he doing here?
ME: Gee! Thanks a lot! I’ve spared you but you wouldn’t spare me?
HIM: What the hell was that?
He grabs the soup ladle and serves everyone.
HIM: Please don’t tell me you’ve pulverized the Lobster meat?
ME: Want the short story or long story?
SISTER: But they wouldn’t leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvveeeeeeeeee ussssssssssss!
It was his sister (told me to put her on the speaker phone)
HIM: Awwww!
The Rest of the day was pretty quiet. Late in the afternoon, My mom calls, and said “He’s (my son) is going to spend the night, you can swing by in the morning to pick him up! We’re all beat! Heading to bed early tonight!” I then said “Fine, see ya’ll tomorrow.” I phoned the dispatcher to find out if they had any knowledge when he (my husband) would be heading home, and was advised he’s still heading out to Seattle, probably won’t be back around here any time soon, probably a good 2 weeks or so.
I had a 3 pound Lobster in the freezer (neighbor gave it to me, because their son gave them too many). I decided to make Lobster Bisque. And I decided to go the Julia Child’s mode, putting the lobster and all with a pan underneath, and I began to pulverize the shells to a fine paste. Apparently, I had also forgotten that HE was still here!
HIM: At our old home?
WIFE: “FOR GOODNESS SAKES GET OUT OF HER KITCHEN NOW!”
BROTHER: Last warning! I mean it!
SISTER: WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA DUH FFFFFuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkk?????!!!! You broke in?
WIFE: (smacks him)
One night, our son was sleeping over his grandparent’s house (they had a big event - going to Busch Gardens), my (ex) husband got called to work, so I was home alone. I was babysitting my neighbor’s next door’s almost “blind”, but elderly, dog (they had to take their other dog across the state for surgery). That dog was a Rottweiler Timber Wolf mix.
HIM: (Yelling back) AWESOME DUDE! (Pauses) SORRY! AWESOME SOUTHIE!
HUSBAND: “But it’s so good! Try it!”
SISTER: WHUUUUUUUUUHHHHH?
HIM: (Pulls out $300 handing it to me) For the food, shower, bed, and laundry and all. Can I leave my bike there, I’m going to head back home tomorrow. If my sister ever calls me back, give her my telephone number (writes it down and places it beside the phone). Thanks for everything!
SISTER: Sooooooooooooooo where’s mom and daaaaaaaaaadddddd?
I then said “Backyard”, so he took him to the back yard. Then I heard the dog howl-bark (he doesn’t make a sound, unless there’s absolutely something drastically wrong). I just ran into my own door, because he opened it while I was heading out to the door to find out why the dog was howling and howl-bark and then he grabbed me and said “Sorry! I was going to say they’re home! But I didn’t see (name of other dog)!”
HIM: No dummy! You know I always have that window set, because of work? Remember? It was the only way I could come home from work around 11 at night was through the window.
ME: No, that goes in the last 5–10 minutes before we eat.
HIM: Opens the refrigerator door, spies the lobster meat, grabs a piece!
SISTER: OOOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMMMMM GGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
Her husband takes the dog home, and the wife then tells me “We sent my beloved baby to rainbow bridge. Surgery was no longer an option or advisable. We had a taxidermist come out, as I am having my baby going through taxidermy. When it’s time for me to go, he’s going to be buried with me.”
GLASS MAN: Here’s your receipt! Next time son, ask your Mom over there (He assumed I was his mother) for the house key, and hide it! If there’s squeaky doors, you can…
HIM: Pays the glass man $250.00 cash
HUSBAND: What did your dad say about your profanities?
He then said “I must had entered into the wrong property. And I really, really am sorry. I will pay for the glass I broke. Where am I?” And I noticed the neighbor’s dog walked up to him, and he called him by name, and told him “on bed”. As he didn’t want him cut up (glass on floor).
Well, I brought the property (house/residential), the Owners wanted a quick sale because they brought an RV, loaded everything they wanted on it and was “Out spending their children’s inheritance”.
To the fact he was picking up glass, he then said “So sorry, I was going into my bedroom and couldn’t figure out why my window wouldn’t open, so I forced it open and broke the glass.” (he was becoming teary eyed). I had a broom and dustpan right there in the hallway closet and pulled that out and kicked it over towards him while turning on the lights above (ceiling fan), and then told him “Garbage can is right there, beside my son’s desk.”
SISTER: WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!!!!!
WIFE: (FIRST NAME) Mind your manners! We have to say the grace here!
SISTER: OOOOOO MMMMM GGGGGGGG!!!!!!! Mom and Dad disappeared! They’re being held hostage!
SISTER: WHAAAAAAAAAAAA?