So, when I bought my house in South Central St. Louis City, right in the middle of the metro area, I did my own moving... I'd picked up some stuff at the Lake of the Ozarks, so, I was moving stuff like a Lazy Boy sofa by myself. So, I get the sofa in, and I plop myself down on it.
The house was a HUD foreclosure, and according to my real estate guy (buyer's agent who basically just gave me a list of addresses and lockbox codes - I'd been in the business before - along with my promise to wear boots and use a flashlight), the previous resident had been busted for something... They used a ram on the front door, couldn't get in, but the side door was flimsy... Both are adequately fortified now... But I digress...
So, there I am, sweaty and beat and glorying in the fact that the hardest part of that trailer load is in place, and... Something walked in the front door. Just walked right in. Looked around, spies me sitting there, says "Hey, you're not him..." and I told him that the dude wasn't coming back for a while, and that I lived here now... It muttered to itself for a moment, and turned and left.
I don't think it even noticed the 1911 I had in my hand pointed at center mass...