I Was About to Leave When a Drunk Man Walked In…

I had just finished cleaning up my tools and was by the door, slipping on my shoes, ready to leave. Suddenly, the door swung open and a pretty drunk guy stumbled in. I nodded politely, trying to greet him and quietly make my exit with my tools. But he looked at me and blurted out, “Hey old man, who the hell are you?” For a second, I was speechless. As I tried to quietly pass by him and leave, he suddenly snapped, “Hey you piece of shit! Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” He wasn’t just drunk — he was loud, aggressive, completely unaware of what he was even saying. There was no sign of shame, decency, or fear in him. So I replied calmly, “I’m a repairman. I just finished some work here and I’m heading out.” At that moment, I heard the sound of two kids quickly rushing into their room and slamming the door shut behind them. His wife, clearly nervous and embarrassed, jumped in. “I asked him to fix a few things while he was working upstairs,” she said, trying to calm things down. Then she turned to him, her voice shaking — half anger, half heartbreak: “I’ve watched you for days now. All you do is drink that damned liquor, make a mess, and embarrass us. Don’t you feel any shame? Don’t you ever stop with your dirty habits?”