What do you do? When the doorbell rings and a woman, maybe in her late 20's is on your doorstep asking if she can use your phone. It is 20 degrees outside and she asks if she can come inside? Everything I've ever heard says do not let her in. But I wasn't able to close the door. She said her boyfriend, Mike had pushed her out of his car and that she didn't feel safe going to his house. I asked if he lived around here and she was evasive. I gave her our home phone so that she could call her uncle to come and get her. But from the side of the conversation that I could hear, he was not going to come. She said that she had changed and it wasn't going to be like that anymore. He hung up. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and when I was making a call on my cell phone, she asked if I was calling the cops. I told her no that I wasn't. She said that if I thought I needed to -- to please tell her. She has had some run ins with the law and was not supposed to be drinking. She had two shots earlier. Just then my husband and son came home. She asked to use my computer to get her contacts so that she could call someone to come and get her. But then my husband asked what she was doing. She got nervous and then wrote a few of her contacts from her Google account in a book from one of her bags. He dropped her off at Subway. He thought she could stay at a public place to figure out what she should do. When she left I gave her a hug and told her not to stay with that boyfriend. A very strange story and a very strange end to a very strange day.
On a better note, my husband and I went up to the mountains on Monday. We had lunch at a place called Dostal Alley, in Central City, a small little store front with gambling and a bar upstairs and small kitchen and dining area downstairs. The pizza was good. The $5 we spent in gambling yielded .50. So altogether we gambled $5.50 away. A fun 30 seconds. Went to the cemetery in the freezing cold. And on our way home we saw a herd of elk.
On a better note, my husband and I went up to the mountains on Monday. We had lunch at a place called Dostal Alley, in Central City, a small little store front with gambling and a bar upstairs and small kitchen and dining area downstairs. The pizza was good. The $5 we spent in gambling yielded .50. So altogether we gambled $5.50 away. A fun 30 seconds. Went to the cemetery in the freezing cold. And on our way home we saw a herd of elk.
