Bad Karma?

So I got home from work last night (and mind you, I get home close to 3 am) and opened the door to my building to find a man passed out on the floor of my hallway. He was huddled up next to the heater, sound asleep. It scared the bejeezus out of me.
Now, I understand that there are those that are less fortunate than me, and everyone just needs a safe place to crash... but I rationalize that fact that I called po-po with the following reason:
1. Recent crime wave on campus, anyone?
2. It was NOT cold out last night (yah, sounds harsh to me, too).
3. Found out this morning that there's a Peeping Tom on campus (ok, didn't know that til today... thank god!)
4. Well... I'm just that precious.
Still feeling kinda bad, though I'm still bringing it up to my landlord.