I don't have a sloopy drunk story to tell
Anyway here my story:
First a little background. I live in the on campus apartments with three other roommates. Well one of our rommates moved out this semester so we get a new rommie *N*
Anyway, one night when I was getting ready for bed, there's a knock on the door. My room faces the front door of the appartment,so I get to see everybody who comes to the door just by looking out my window.
Anyway, I hear this knock on the door and when I answered it, there was this guy asking if Steve was there. I said that there was nobody named Steve and the guy went away. So I go back to bed and just as I getting comfortable,I hear another knock on the door. So I'm strating to get pissed now, I stomp to the door and partically pull the door off its hinges. There another guy at the door asking for Steve. So I'm like are you sure you have the right appartment. The guy is like yes. I like there is no dude named Steve that lives here. So this second guy goes away.
So thinking that this is going to be a constant thing(people knocking on the door asking for this Steve person), I call the front desk and am basically hysterical. I'm all like strange people keep knocking on my door asking for somebody that doesn't even live here. So the front desk was like ok we be on the look out for anybody suspious.
So I go back to bed. Moments later, I here sounds coming from the living room. So I get up and see the new roommate sitting on the couch with this guy.So I ask if either one of them knew somebody named Steve. The dude replied, "I'm Steve"
I just about died! Here I was thinking that people were playing practical jokes and Steve was in the apartment all along. Had they asked for my roommate that would have been ok,but the asked for Steve.
Needless to say, Steve or his friends have not been back to visit
