I walked into the wrong camper one night after I went out for a middle of the night relief trip. I stepped in the door and a strange man picked his head up from bed and I suddenly realized something wasn't right....
I was 11 at the time....hehe.....our camper was right next door....no....I hadn't been drinking....hehe...
i once was woken up by such a person at about 3-4am. i had a pan in hand and a phone ready to call the cops in the other hand. ended up, i opened the door (with chain) and told the guy 'you don't live here.' he had the gall not to believe me. tsk. no reasoning with drunks i guess.
When I lived in Tahoe, I had 2 seperate instances, both on st. paddys day(3 years appart, different house, different drunk) where someone came in and fell asleep on our couch. Its not like in the mountains you actually use the locks on your doors(or take the key to your car out of the ignition, or any of that silly city folk stuff). Both times we gave the guy beer and breakfast when he woke up. :