at 4am some man started banging on my front door like a mentalist. when i asked what he wanted, he said he wanted to be in the house. i asked why, he said he lived there. when i told him he didn't, he started saying 'go into the room next to the bathroom and you'll find all my stuff'.

and i said 'look, what number do you live at?" and he said '129' and i said 'what number is on the door?' and he said '129' (it's actually 133) ... and then he started crying and saying he had to catch a train and why was i being such a bastard.

what was that all about?