I Lost My Keys, Now I'm Not at Home

taxi driver knew the man and stopped to confront him in his driveway. Man stood there for ten minutes staring up at my window, swaying from side to side. He looked like a normal, well-presented young guy with brown hair,. black t-shirt, jeans and trainers. I could hear him make an odd, huffing, snorting noise of frustration as he turned and walked off. Police car cruise by with its headlights off, heading the way he'd gone. Unsurprisingly they never found him - it was too many side streets and alleys around.