19-01-2025, 08:21 AM
"Abhijeet, what's the matter?" Jaskirat asked, still half asleep.
"Nothing, just some noise," I answered, looking over and seeing her right breast uncovered.
The noise began again, this time louder, and it almost sounded like mumbling. Despite my concerns I figured I needed to open the door and see what was outside. I unlocked it and with my foot against the bottom, and with my hand firmly on the knob I eased it slowly open. The snow was falling heavily and the stairs down to my door were now partly buried. Lying mostly covered in snow was a dark mass, and only after reaching out and touching it did I realize it was a human.
"Shit," I said out loud. Opening the door wider I reached out into the cold and used both my hands to shake the form.
"Hey. You need to get up. You can't stay here or you'll freeze," I said over the noise of the wind howling around the building, hoping he or she wasn't already frozen.
My shaking only resulted in eliciting more moans from the form. I rolled it over to get a better look, and a ruddy male face came into view with longish hair and a full beard on his face. Snow was caked into his hair and beard, and as I shook him again his eyes slowly opened but they were heavy and unfocused.
"Hey mister. Get up," I said, shaking him harder.
"What's going on Abhijeet?" Jaskirat asked, now sounding fully awake.
"Some guy is out here," I replied.
"Is he okay?" she asked, her compassionate side kicking in. I heard fumbling behind me and Jaskirat quickly appeared at my side in a long t-shirt.
"You better get him inside he doesn't look good," she stated.
Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I was reluctant, fearing we would be starting a long process that might end up with security officer and an ambulance.
"Okay, stand back I'll try to roll him inside," I answered.
The snow had formed to the door and pulling him inside brought a mound in that I had to scoop and throw out so the door would close. After that, I had to half drag and half roll him to a place away from the door, near the foot of the bed.
He looked like a foreigner …fair…tall …maybe around 6 foot 5…very broad shoulders and long hair probably in his early fourties
Jaskirat began brushing away the snow from his coat and pants.
"He has a strong pulse," Jaskirat announced, while she held his wrist.
I bent down close to his face and slapped him softly.
"Hey, are you okay? Wake up," I demanded.
His heavy eyes opened and he tried to say something, and as he did I caught a heavy wave of liquor from his breath.
"Shit he's drunk," I stated, now getting pissed as I thought about how he was ruining my night with Jaskirat .
"Are you sure?" Jaskirat asked.
"Where in the hell am I?" The man blurted out in an obviously intoxicated voice, then seemed to drift away again.
"Yeah, I would say so," I replied, sarcastically.
"Wonderful," my wife giggled.
"Call security officer. Tell them to come get this guy," I said, as I looked him over some more to make sure there were no injuries.
I heard Jaskirat dialing then she stuck the phone into my hand.
"Hello please state the nature of your emergency," a female voice said flatly.
"I found a drunken man on my doorstep. Can you please get this guy before he freezes?" I explained.
The operator fired off a couple more questions but, when she learned he was inside she stated that emergency services were almost shut down because of the storm and this was going to be very low priority. She explained that I needed to act like a Good Samaritan before finally asking for the information from his driver's license. After a brief search of his pockets, we were unable to find any identification, and with that she hung up.
"Well, what did she tell you? Jaskirat asked.
"You heard most of it. City's basically shut down. Bigger emergencies. We are low priority and the guy will probably sober up before they get over here," I said, angrily.
While Jaskirat mopped up the melted snow, I took the guy's jacket and shoes off, threw a blanket over him, and put a chair cushion under his head. Jaskirat put on some sweat pants to go with her t-shirt then; we went back to bed hoping we had done the right thing.
Hours later, for the second time, I was awakened by this guy when he yelled out in a thick voice, "Ohhh.., my head.'
"Where am I?" he said seconds later in a louder voice, and I could hear shuffling sounds as well.
"Hey, you passed out on my doorstep. You're okay," I answered, hoping to quiet him down.
"Oh shit. What fucking time is it?" he asked.
I looked over at the clock and it showed 6:46 AM which I announced to him.
"Fucking great," he said.
You good enough to get going?" I stated, more than asked.
"Yeah man. Where's my clothes?" he said, and I pointed towards his jacket and shoes.
I could tell he was hurting but he finally got his clothes on and stumbled towards the door with me following. He swung it open quickly, and we both froze when the light showed that snow had filled the staircase at least to the height of the door. A few clumps fell inside but for the most part it stayed as a wall.
"How deep is this door?" he asked.
"Maybe three or four feet below street level," I replied, using my hand to poke at the snow near the top of the door frame. It was solid implying we were buried pretty deep.
"Can we dig out?" I asked, thinking a native would know how to deal with this situation.
"Not from inside. Never get the door closed again," he stated.
"Well then what?" I asked, growing more annoyed and frustrated.
"Got to wait for the city to clean up," he replied then said, "Turn on the TV."
"It's out. But we have a radio," I replied.
The radio was on the desk and as soon as I turned it on we found that the local station was providing 24 hour information on the storm. We learned that the state was under an emergency condition and no one was allowed out unless it was essential. That didn't seem to matter much though as the blizzard had left all roads impassable. The worst was that more snow was predicted, and that it could be days before people got dug out.
My attention was on the radio, and it wasn't until I looked at the man and followed his stare that I realized Jaskirat was now awake and was peeking out from beneath the blanket. His eyes were clearly appreciative of what he saw but, when he caught me watching him he quickly looked away.
"Well hell. Might as well make the best of it. I need to piss though," he stated.
I pointed towards the bathroom, and he shuffled the short distance to the small enclosure where, without closing the door, he dropped his pants to his knees, and moments later we were rewarded with the sound of his urine landing in the toilet.
"I feel like we've been shipwrecked," Jaskirat said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm sure it will be a good story to tell our grandkids some day but right now it stinks," I answered, quite harshly.
The man came out of the bathroom with his pants back up, shed his coat then, flopped into the desk chair while I stood hoping the radio would provide some glimmer of hope.
What's your names." he asked, suddenly looking up.
"I'm Abhijeet and this is Jaskirat ," I said.
"My name is Igor," he offered, without being asked.
"Nothing, just some noise," I answered, looking over and seeing her right breast uncovered.
The noise began again, this time louder, and it almost sounded like mumbling. Despite my concerns I figured I needed to open the door and see what was outside. I unlocked it and with my foot against the bottom, and with my hand firmly on the knob I eased it slowly open. The snow was falling heavily and the stairs down to my door were now partly buried. Lying mostly covered in snow was a dark mass, and only after reaching out and touching it did I realize it was a human.
"Shit," I said out loud. Opening the door wider I reached out into the cold and used both my hands to shake the form.
"Hey. You need to get up. You can't stay here or you'll freeze," I said over the noise of the wind howling around the building, hoping he or she wasn't already frozen.
My shaking only resulted in eliciting more moans from the form. I rolled it over to get a better look, and a ruddy male face came into view with longish hair and a full beard on his face. Snow was caked into his hair and beard, and as I shook him again his eyes slowly opened but they were heavy and unfocused.
"Hey mister. Get up," I said, shaking him harder.
"What's going on Abhijeet?" Jaskirat asked, now sounding fully awake.
"Some guy is out here," I replied.
"Is he okay?" she asked, her compassionate side kicking in. I heard fumbling behind me and Jaskirat quickly appeared at my side in a long t-shirt.
"You better get him inside he doesn't look good," she stated.
Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, I was reluctant, fearing we would be starting a long process that might end up with security officer and an ambulance.
"Okay, stand back I'll try to roll him inside," I answered.
The snow had formed to the door and pulling him inside brought a mound in that I had to scoop and throw out so the door would close. After that, I had to half drag and half roll him to a place away from the door, near the foot of the bed.
He looked like a foreigner …fair…tall …maybe around 6 foot 5…very broad shoulders and long hair probably in his early fourties
Jaskirat began brushing away the snow from his coat and pants.
"He has a strong pulse," Jaskirat announced, while she held his wrist.
I bent down close to his face and slapped him softly.
"Hey, are you okay? Wake up," I demanded.
His heavy eyes opened and he tried to say something, and as he did I caught a heavy wave of liquor from his breath.
"Shit he's drunk," I stated, now getting pissed as I thought about how he was ruining my night with Jaskirat .
"Are you sure?" Jaskirat asked.
"Where in the hell am I?" The man blurted out in an obviously intoxicated voice, then seemed to drift away again.
"Yeah, I would say so," I replied, sarcastically.
"Wonderful," my wife giggled.
"Call security officer. Tell them to come get this guy," I said, as I looked him over some more to make sure there were no injuries.
I heard Jaskirat dialing then she stuck the phone into my hand.
"Hello please state the nature of your emergency," a female voice said flatly.
"I found a drunken man on my doorstep. Can you please get this guy before he freezes?" I explained.
The operator fired off a couple more questions but, when she learned he was inside she stated that emergency services were almost shut down because of the storm and this was going to be very low priority. She explained that I needed to act like a Good Samaritan before finally asking for the information from his driver's license. After a brief search of his pockets, we were unable to find any identification, and with that she hung up.
"Well, what did she tell you? Jaskirat asked.
"You heard most of it. City's basically shut down. Bigger emergencies. We are low priority and the guy will probably sober up before they get over here," I said, angrily.
While Jaskirat mopped up the melted snow, I took the guy's jacket and shoes off, threw a blanket over him, and put a chair cushion under his head. Jaskirat put on some sweat pants to go with her t-shirt then; we went back to bed hoping we had done the right thing.
Hours later, for the second time, I was awakened by this guy when he yelled out in a thick voice, "Ohhh.., my head.'
"Where am I?" he said seconds later in a louder voice, and I could hear shuffling sounds as well.
"Hey, you passed out on my doorstep. You're okay," I answered, hoping to quiet him down.
"Oh shit. What fucking time is it?" he asked.
I looked over at the clock and it showed 6:46 AM which I announced to him.
"Fucking great," he said.
You good enough to get going?" I stated, more than asked.
"Yeah man. Where's my clothes?" he said, and I pointed towards his jacket and shoes.
I could tell he was hurting but he finally got his clothes on and stumbled towards the door with me following. He swung it open quickly, and we both froze when the light showed that snow had filled the staircase at least to the height of the door. A few clumps fell inside but for the most part it stayed as a wall.
"How deep is this door?" he asked.
"Maybe three or four feet below street level," I replied, using my hand to poke at the snow near the top of the door frame. It was solid implying we were buried pretty deep.
"Can we dig out?" I asked, thinking a native would know how to deal with this situation.
"Not from inside. Never get the door closed again," he stated.
"Well then what?" I asked, growing more annoyed and frustrated.
"Got to wait for the city to clean up," he replied then said, "Turn on the TV."
"It's out. But we have a radio," I replied.
The radio was on the desk and as soon as I turned it on we found that the local station was providing 24 hour information on the storm. We learned that the state was under an emergency condition and no one was allowed out unless it was essential. That didn't seem to matter much though as the blizzard had left all roads impassable. The worst was that more snow was predicted, and that it could be days before people got dug out.
My attention was on the radio, and it wasn't until I looked at the man and followed his stare that I realized Jaskirat was now awake and was peeking out from beneath the blanket. His eyes were clearly appreciative of what he saw but, when he caught me watching him he quickly looked away.
"Well hell. Might as well make the best of it. I need to piss though," he stated.
I pointed towards the bathroom, and he shuffled the short distance to the small enclosure where, without closing the door, he dropped his pants to his knees, and moments later we were rewarded with the sound of his urine landing in the toilet.
"I feel like we've been shipwrecked," Jaskirat said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm sure it will be a good story to tell our grandkids some day but right now it stinks," I answered, quite harshly.
The man came out of the bathroom with his pants back up, shed his coat then, flopped into the desk chair while I stood hoping the radio would provide some glimmer of hope.
What's your names." he asked, suddenly looking up.
"I'm Abhijeet and this is Jaskirat ," I said.
"My name is Igor," he offered, without being asked.
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