So, apparently I hide men in my apartment - at least this is what I am told by the woman who lives in the apartment below me. I myself was not aware of this fact, but she swears "it's true!" I think this thought might have been part of the underlying reason for some of the events that unfolded last night.
Let me first say that the woman who lives below is me lives by herself, does not own a car (or clothes that were made after 1974), and is really protective of the 3 potted plants on her balcony. She has made these "noise" complaints on me every couple of weeks since I moved in, but they were always so ridiculous (typically she said they were at times when I wasn't even home) that I never paid much attention. She definitely got my attention last night...
At 1am, I was awoken out of a coma to pounding on my front door. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am a very sound sleeper and do NOT like to be woken up. So as I stumble through the darkness to see who it was, butterflies already in full flight in my stomach, I look through the peephole, but no one is there. I stood there for a moment, confused, as the banging starts again right against my face! (Hands now shaking.) I immediately called my sister to make sure she wasn't standing outside my door playing a practical joke on me, but she answered her home phone. (Definite feelings of panic.) I ran to my bedroom as I whispered to her that someone was trying to get in my house, also while I was reaching in my bedside table for my gun - the first time I've ever even thought I'd have to use the gun for its intended purpose. Kimberly told me to call the cops, so I dialed 911 and talked to a very rude dispatcher. I told them the situation and said I just wanted an escort to my car so I could get the heck out of there. The banging right as I called subsided, but it still freaked me out thinking that there was someone just sitting outside my door. So I quickly packed a bag and got my dog (who, by the way, didn't make a peep during the banging....I guess he's not guard dog material) and waited in the darkness of my living room for the cops to show.
About 10 minutes later, I get a call from 911 asking for the code to my apt gate....for real!?!?! I mean what if I was dying or the intruder had come in my house by this point? Would the cops not show because of not knowing the stupid gate code?! Anyway, another 2 minutes passes and I hear some familiar banging on my door. I opened the door and saw 3 cops standing outside. The closest one to me very rudely explained that HE was the one originally banging on my door! And then he proceeded to yell at me for not answering the door earlier!! He never identified himself as a cop, wasn't standing in front of the peep hole, and was about to beat my door down even though there was clearly no noise coming from inside...totally sketchy!! Basically, the woman downstairs had called the cops on me for being too noisy, even though I had been asleep in my room for 3 hours....yeah, she's crazy. She had told them that her walls were vibrating and my noise was making her bed shake so she couldn't sleep. WOW. I think she has way too much time on her hands. So then the cop tells me that I need to keep it down and then leaves with the other 2 cops, looking quite confused, following behind him.
I was ticked. And then started crying after they left because I was so rattled and frustrated with the whole situation. This is the last straw from the insane woman downstairs.
Let me first say that the woman who lives below is me lives by herself, does not own a car (or clothes that were made after 1974), and is really protective of the 3 potted plants on her balcony. She has made these "noise" complaints on me every couple of weeks since I moved in, but they were always so ridiculous (typically she said they were at times when I wasn't even home) that I never paid much attention. She definitely got my attention last night...
At 1am, I was awoken out of a coma to pounding on my front door. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am a very sound sleeper and do NOT like to be woken up. So as I stumble through the darkness to see who it was, butterflies already in full flight in my stomach, I look through the peephole, but no one is there. I stood there for a moment, confused, as the banging starts again right against my face! (Hands now shaking.) I immediately called my sister to make sure she wasn't standing outside my door playing a practical joke on me, but she answered her home phone. (Definite feelings of panic.) I ran to my bedroom as I whispered to her that someone was trying to get in my house, also while I was reaching in my bedside table for my gun - the first time I've ever even thought I'd have to use the gun for its intended purpose. Kimberly told me to call the cops, so I dialed 911 and talked to a very rude dispatcher. I told them the situation and said I just wanted an escort to my car so I could get the heck out of there. The banging right as I called subsided, but it still freaked me out thinking that there was someone just sitting outside my door. So I quickly packed a bag and got my dog (who, by the way, didn't make a peep during the banging....I guess he's not guard dog material) and waited in the darkness of my living room for the cops to show.
About 10 minutes later, I get a call from 911 asking for the code to my apt gate....for real!?!?! I mean what if I was dying or the intruder had come in my house by this point? Would the cops not show because of not knowing the stupid gate code?! Anyway, another 2 minutes passes and I hear some familiar banging on my door. I opened the door and saw 3 cops standing outside. The closest one to me very rudely explained that HE was the one originally banging on my door! And then he proceeded to yell at me for not answering the door earlier!! He never identified himself as a cop, wasn't standing in front of the peep hole, and was about to beat my door down even though there was clearly no noise coming from inside...totally sketchy!! Basically, the woman downstairs had called the cops on me for being too noisy, even though I had been asleep in my room for 3 hours....yeah, she's crazy. She had told them that her walls were vibrating and my noise was making her bed shake so she couldn't sleep. WOW. I think she has way too much time on her hands. So then the cop tells me that I need to keep it down and then leaves with the other 2 cops, looking quite confused, following behind him.
I was ticked. And then started crying after they left because I was so rattled and frustrated with the whole situation. This is the last straw from the insane woman downstairs.
So, for my next announcement.....I am officially moving in 2 weeks! I'm just moving to a different apartment in my same complex but hopefully this will clear up the continual misunderstandings for my crazy neighbor. Bizarre, huh?
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1 comment:
where did you find that PICTURE?!?! that is sooo funny...and so is your take on that night! cracks me up!
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