Oh also, i don't like edit posting for long additions, but a few years ago I got home from school and immediately rushed to the downstairs bathroom to take a piss. It was then that I heard definite moving and footsteps upstairs. I knew for a fact it wasn't my parents as they weren't home so I thought, oh shit, we're being robbed! So I grabbed the closest perceivable "Weapon," this being a toilet plunger, and took off my shoes. Without making a sound I made my way up to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I snuck up the stairs to my parent's room where I could hear movement, and the door was slightly cracked. I could make out a shape, short, probably unarmed, and they where pacing around the room like they had no clue what the fuck they where doing. So I took a deep breath, waited for them to get close to the door. They stopped in the middle of the room, close to the door, not facing it, and I saw my chance, so I kicked open the door, retracted ready to slash... And realized that I had forgot the cleaning lady came today. She jumped like hell and I sort of froze and relaxed. What followed was by far the most awkward situation of my life. I pretty much stood there staring at a confused 5 foot maid trying to figure out how to explain why I was holding a huge knife and a plunger and wasn't wearing shoes in terms she could understand as she barely spoke English. Surprisingly she didn't quit after that.