What do you do when someone knocks on your door at 1:57AM?
If you are me, evidently, you go outside and look around.
Last night I found 3 girls–one pregnant–in my driveway standing next to their car.
“Do you know how to change a flat?”
To set the stage, I’ll just mention that I live way out in the boonies–I look outside my window in the morning and I see not neighbor, but cow. So it’s pretty dark out at night, and everything and everyone except the crickets are snuggled in their beds. Like I was, moments before.
So I changed their tire, they thanked me, and they drove off.
As I lay in bed, awake for the next two hours, I couldn’t help but wonder why they chose my house on this long country road–they said they had passed by others. I guess my house emanates “safe harbor” wavelengths.
I wish I could find that wavelength switch though–I need some sleep.