This just happened actually. My brother lives a block away from me. For the past few days I have been picking up his mail from his house because he's out of town. So today I had to pick up an Amazon package plus His normal mail letters. His neighbors knows who he is but they don't know me. (I guess you know where this is going.) As usual I went to go pick up the package but this time I was being followed back home, because the neighbor thought I stole the package. (Which is understandable.) The conversation went as follows.
Neighbor: Did you find someone's package?
Me: No. My brother is out of town, so I've been picking up his mail for the past few days.
Neighbor: I've never seen you over there before. (I don't know how he hasn't. I visit him almost everyday.)
Neighbor: You need to put that package back before I call the police on you.
Me: I mean... go ahead, they won't be able to do anything.
I reach inside my pocket to get my phone but before I could get it out, he pulls out a gun and starts pointing it at me.
Neighbor: Show me your hand.
I pull out my phone.
Me: It's just my phone. I'm about to show you some pictures of me and my brother.
So I throw him my phone. He looks through the pictures, and then everything was settled. He apologized for the confusion and we went back home.
P.S. No this is not the first time I've had someone pull a gun on me.
P.P.S. No I'm not suicidal or depressed. I'm just not afraid to die.
P.P.P.S. Me and my brother look nothing alike. He's light skin with black hair. I'm dark skin with naturally red hair. We have the same mother but different fathers.