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Fear
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By:
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McIrish
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Mood:
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other
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Date:
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01/24/2008 06:53:45
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Music:
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None
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On Tuesday I felt actual physical fear for the first time in a long time. I was talking to a friend on the phone and there was a loud knocking on my front door. I put the phone down and head for the door. I live in an apartment building and have a door buzzer so on my way I'm wondering why whoever is there didn't buzz the main door or how they got past it. I ask
"who is it?"
and get an aggressive reply:
"I want to talk to you"
Confused, I try looking through the peephole, I can’t because it’s covered with a finger on the glass. I’m getting nervous, trying to think why someone would be at my door wanting to ask me questions and not wanting me to see them. I ask again
"Who is it?”
"The Police"
He replies, I immediately respond with
"then why do you have your finger on the peephole?"
I searching for a reason someone would be here, and I thought of my roommate who has been selling a lot of his old things lately. We’ve had a few strange characters come to the place because of that. One in particular is the guy who was by yesterday to purchase his old porn collection. I’m worrying my roommate ripped off one of the people he sold too. Knowing my roommate it’s and unfortunate possibility.
"I wanna ask you some questions"
“THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR FINGER ON THE PEEPHOLE?”
The tension is coming through in my voice. At this point my friend on the phone can hear what is going on and is just about to call 911.
“I don’t”
He answered, I looked again and it was uncovered, I clearly saw a mountie uniform on the other side. I opened the door and here in front of me plainly was a mountie. I smiled and relaxed as did he. The mountie was about a foot shorter then I and spoke more softly all of a sudden.
“I’m investigating a stolen credit card, someone used a stolen card to order $85 worth of Chinese food and delivered it to this address, but you don’t even come close to the description”.
We talked for a about 2 min got that out of the way and I went back to the phone. My friend was freaked out cause he couldn’t hear anything after I opened the door and the cop and I had stopped shouting. I laughed at the whole episode but I could feel my body tense and I realized it had been a long time since I felt physically threatened. The cop never did explain his behavior, I theorize he initially didn’t want to tip off a possible crook. Now I’m just paranoid that he had my landlady let him in and can only imagine what she’s thinking about me now.
On a side note, I wouldn’t recommend selling second hand porn face to face. I laughed as my roommate got caught in a conversation with his buyer (not someone you’d like to pass on the street let alone have a conversation with) yesterday about past great deals he got on porn and the quality of it. My roommate’s uneasy smile and visible discomfort, nodding his head in agreement, all the while trying to get the guy out the door was hilarious.
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