I know I’m a big fat chicken but when someone bangs on your apartment door in a drunken state at 3:30am of course you’ll be freaked out!
It reminds me of the time I grabbed a knife and went to the door when someone tried to enter my apartment… maybe I shoulda put down the knife, but how was I supposed to know it wasn’t an innocent mistake? When I went to the door to look through the little spy hole, the dude ran away! It’s frikin scary living alone sometimes!
Another reason why I hate living in the UK