The doorbell rang, and I opened up the security door to find a sketchy guy (gold tooth!) and two girls. He said they were here to see his uncle, and then got into an argument with me when his uncle didn't show and I wouldn't let him past.

Yeah, yeah, I'm paranoid, but in this case I think my paranoia overlaps with everyday caution. Ideally I would not have to open up the security door to identify a visitor, but it's usually Barry anyways. One time it was girl scouts.

Finally, the guy told me "Get the f*** out of my way, I'm not here to see you," and tried to push past me, going for my apartment. I indicated that I lived there, not his uncle, opened the door, and gestured at the no-doubt different decor.

It felt good to be vindicated, but a large part of me wishes that I'd been a little less gracious about pointing out the guy's mistake. I mean, that I live there should be obvious, since "Dan and Jenna" should still be written above the doorbell and I miraculously answered the door when he rang.

Though considering that I'm still slightly confused at how an argument over a simple misunderstanding got so heated... perhaps it's better this way.