What a night...
Prachtig verhaal van een deense vriendin:
"Hi Rutger,
Simply have to tell you this story about what happened last night!
I woke up at 3 am by the sound of our front door being unlocked! Half asleep I looked at the alarm clock which showed 03-something and thought it was J. who had opened the front door, maybe because he'd heard some noise in the staircase. But no, the man was lying fast asleep by my side!
I simply don't know what happened in my head, but I got out of bed, ran to the front door, and stood face-to-face with a middle-aged guy who had unlocked the door with my keys, which I apparently had forgotten i the lock when coming home late yesterday evening (will never forget that again after this!).
So picture this: Yours truly (panties and a top only ;-)) yelling "HEY!!! What the hell are you doing here?" The intruder got so scared that he stumbled back into the staircase, while giving me my keys, and at the same time saying "Sorry! Sorry! Where does Torben live?". "Downstairs," I answered, slamming the door.
Now J. was awake, and we heard the guy unlocking some other door, and then no more. J. checked if there was anything going on at the back of the house, but no, and I opened a window facing the street. And there, at the front step were 2 police officers. They asked if I had called them (I hadn't), but it turned out that it was the family living downstairs to us, who had called, because the guy had tried to get into several apartments.
The police officers checked both the front and the back of the house - nothing - and finally rang the door bell of the above mentioned Torben's apartment.
He was of course very confused and heavy with sleep, but when we all explained the situation, he said: "Oh, that must have been Charles", he pronounced it "sjar-less" in old fashioned working class Danish, so it sounded very funny, "he is from Bornholm". As if that explained anything! Bornholm is - as you probably know - an island in the Baltic... And while this happened, Charles was already fast asleep on the sofa in Torben's living room - he didn't even notice the police officers ;-)
We all got a good laugh, also the police officers, and got back to bed, though we had a little difficulty falling asleep again. This morning J. of course asked me what I would have done if it had been a burglar - I have absolutely no idea, hit him I guess, I'm pretty handy with my fists ;-)
Have a nice day :-)
A"
"Hi Rutger,
Simply have to tell you this story about what happened last night!
I woke up at 3 am by the sound of our front door being unlocked! Half asleep I looked at the alarm clock which showed 03-something and thought it was J. who had opened the front door, maybe because he'd heard some noise in the staircase. But no, the man was lying fast asleep by my side!
I simply don't know what happened in my head, but I got out of bed, ran to the front door, and stood face-to-face with a middle-aged guy who had unlocked the door with my keys, which I apparently had forgotten i the lock when coming home late yesterday evening (will never forget that again after this!).
So picture this: Yours truly (panties and a top only ;-)) yelling "HEY!!! What the hell are you doing here?" The intruder got so scared that he stumbled back into the staircase, while giving me my keys, and at the same time saying "Sorry! Sorry! Where does Torben live?". "Downstairs," I answered, slamming the door.
Now J. was awake, and we heard the guy unlocking some other door, and then no more. J. checked if there was anything going on at the back of the house, but no, and I opened a window facing the street. And there, at the front step were 2 police officers. They asked if I had called them (I hadn't), but it turned out that it was the family living downstairs to us, who had called, because the guy had tried to get into several apartments.
The police officers checked both the front and the back of the house - nothing - and finally rang the door bell of the above mentioned Torben's apartment.
He was of course very confused and heavy with sleep, but when we all explained the situation, he said: "Oh, that must have been Charles", he pronounced it "sjar-less" in old fashioned working class Danish, so it sounded very funny, "he is from Bornholm". As if that explained anything! Bornholm is - as you probably know - an island in the Baltic... And while this happened, Charles was already fast asleep on the sofa in Torben's living room - he didn't even notice the police officers ;-)
We all got a good laugh, also the police officers, and got back to bed, though we had a little difficulty falling asleep again. This morning J. of course asked me what I would have done if it had been a burglar - I have absolutely no idea, hit him I guess, I'm pretty handy with my fists ;-)
Have a nice day :-)
A"
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geplaatst door Rutger op 5.7.07
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