<p>This was four years ago on Trent, which is no longer a dorm and was quite obviously less safe than any other dorms.</p>
<p>It's late at night, approximately midnight. My friends, whom we'll call Danny and Tripp, are staying up studying with the door to their room open. Out of the corner of his eye, Tripp sees a strange man reaching towards his wallet on the desk. Very politely, Tripp asks if he can help him. The man quickly pulls his hand away, wallet-less.</p>
<p>"Ahhh, no, was just... lookin' around."</p>
<p>Danny notices, of course, that the man is carrying a very heavy backpack.</p>
<p>Tripp continues talking to him. "Hey, man, no worries. It's a nice dorm, isn't it?"</p>
<p>The man agrees that it's a very nice dorm. (It isn't.)</p>
<p>Tripp: "Hey, want a lollipop?" Danny looks at Tripp as if he's insane.</p>
<p>Man: "Sure, man, I'll have a lollipop. S'nice of you."</p>
<p>"No problem," Tripp says, as he hands him a lollipop. The man says goodbye and leaves the room. Tripp closes the door.</p>
<p>Danny: "What? Are you crazy?!"</p>
<p>Tripp holds up a finger, asking Danny to be patient, and dials 911.</p>
<p>"Yes, I just had a strange man in here and we think he might have stolen some things. He's about six feet tall, wearing a baseball cap, maybe one hundred eighty pounds or so. ...</p>
<p>... and he'll have a lollipop in his mouth."</p>