Fuck. My windows were down.
So I go outside. At midnight. In pajamas and flip-flops to roll them up.
As I'm rolling up the last one, a creepy car pulls into the driveway, slowly.
So I just walk to the back door, trying to ignore it completely, and lock myself in.
I think they were just turning around, but now I feel all squeemish.
It's times like these I wish I weren't alone in the house. (Oh, and the child and the cat don't count).