It was dark. I had turned out the lights and pulled back the curtains in my bedroom. I stood at the open window, adjusting the fan before I went to bed.
A man was passing on the sidewalk below. He stepped off the sidewalk and onto the grass--my grass--heading to the other side.
My first impulse was to yell out, "HEY! QUIT CUTTING ACROSS MY LAWN!" but I stopped myself.
For one thing, it was 1:30 AM, and for another thing, I didn't know how mentally stable he was. What if he whipped out a gun and shot me?
Still, it would've been pretty funny to see his reaction. I'm sure he had no idea anyone was watching.