Many years ago we were new to the Seattle area and we were living in the Bothell neighborhood and in the middle of the night we had a knock on the door from a babbling drunk person looking for somebody. The details are not all clear to me fifteen years later. Keep in mind we had a new born in the house and still we were not all that weirded out. We explained that we didn't know the person he was looking for, It was alarming to be pulled from deep sleep to deal with a drunk person but being young and naive we just moved on. Later on we did learn that it was a domestic dispute of some type and the drunk husband was looking for the mother of his children or something relatively close to that.
Fast forward to Winachee Washington, as were staying in a rented house for a weekend of cross country skiing. It snowed real heavy that night. I believe we got a foot of powdered snow and we went to sleep anticipating a day of cross country skiing. Voila, another knock on the door in the middle of the night. I do not remember the exact circumstances but another drunk person had put his car into a snowbank and he needed help getting his car out of a snowbank. We were literally in the middle on nowhere, a fine setting for a grizzly movie scene. I can not even remember if we helped ot what. I kind of remember carrying a snow shovel so to the best of my knowledge we did help. Details in the middle of the night are not my or anyone's forte. But I remember it was scary but we went right back to sleep once again.
These are the only two times in my life that I have had a knock on the door in the middle of the night from a stranger. Both were drunk strangers. The weirdest thing of all of this is that these events happened on succesive nights. Two isolated and in retrospect scary events in two days. It didn't creep me out back then, but as I fell asleep last night the oddness of those events just popped into my head. But once again I fell asleep.
