Many years ago I rented a converted garage apt from a family from Trinidad.
One morning I heard a commotion in the driveway and looked out to see a guy threatening the son with a machete.
It’s a cliche but the sound of me racking a shotgun was all it took to make the guy with the machete run off.
I never said a word or showed myself.
The family made me an honorary member and every festival after that, Diwali, carnival and so on I had all the curry, roti and rum or whatever, that I could hold.
Cool 😎