Goldilocks?

A neighbor stopped by this evening to tell me about a curious event.

He arrived home from work this afternoon to find a total stranger fast asleep on his bed. He tried to roust Goldilocks, who seemed drunk and/or high. He then pretended to call dispatch to report the bewildered intruder. (I'm not sure why he didn't actually call dispatch.) That got her attention. She lumbered out of the house. Where did she go?

I think she might have come over to my house. I heard the doorbell ring about the time my neighbor said Goldilocks had left his house. But, given I was taking a nap of my own, I ignored the bell. An hour later I was over at the park and noticed a woman crashed out in a weird place. We see lots of people crashed in the park, but I took note of her because of the location she chose for her nap: an unshaded spot on Holt at the corner of Arboleda. This evening, as my neighbor described his intruder, he seemed to be describing the woman I saw at the park. White woman, blond hair. Blue jeans. Darkish t-shirt. Mid 40s to early 50s.

How bizarre. (Dang, now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head...how bizarre, how bizarre).

Hide your porridge.