My porch...

I heard some commotion outside and opened my screen door to see what was going on. There was a guy who I don't know standing on my porch. I don't allow this, unless if I am out there with them or it's Hamburger Wednesdays for the guys. I opened the door and asked the guy to please get off of my porch. He said, "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am. I'm sorry." Then one of the guys who comes to Hamburger Wednesdays the most out of all of the guys, said to the stranger in frustration, "See man, I told you that was her porch." This was such an honor that he was defending me. By what he said, I could tell that he had already tried to take care of it for me before I even went out there.