So a few days ago we wake up to crazy screaming and banging on the door. At first I thought Suzanne F had come to challenge me to an asparagus duel (I kid, I kid), but instead it was two guys going wild in the hallway. I then heard them go bang on all the doors and shout, probably trying to get someone to come out or open a door. Of course at that point I was contemplating the best thing to do if they manage to break in and thinking the razor sharp japanese kitchen knife is my best option - if not as a weapon, at least as an instrument of comedy of me in my underwear holding it.
Meanwhile Sivan was calling the police and finally the crazies gave up and went downstairs. Our very peculiar landlord who lives next door and heard the noises did the insane thing and went to confront them, gladly they seemed too drunk to care.
By the time the police came they were of course long gone. One down the block, the other apparently went out through the roof. Looked like they broke the building's front door lock to get in (not the hardest thing to do) and I'm sure given the many security cams they're on, the precinct will do its best to find them
Millennials - can't even invade homes right.