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It's a crazy day in the neiborhod

DATE: 03/29/2008 03:49:33 / MOOD: bored

So tonight I'm in my groove rocking out to Knights of Cydonia on GHIII (on easy, I just got it a week or 2 ago), and I hear a knock on my door. I pause the game not sure that I heard anything and there comes another timid knock. I open the door and it reveals a middle aged lady, attractive and with a confused look on her face. "I'm sorry I thought the woman I run into doing laundry lived here. Um, can I have some ice?"

"Some ice?"

"Yes, just 2 or 3 cubes. I haven't unpacked my ice cube trays yet and I'm having a nice Liqueur....... I'm sorry I'm just having a very strange day, one day we'll go for coffee and I'll tell you all about it. I just need some ice."

"Ah......sure"

I grab the tray and dump my last 5 cubes onto some saran wrap, and hand it to her.

"Here you go, my names Ryan by the way"

"Ryan, I'm Sandy"

I extend my hand and give hers a bit too much force, a bad habit.

"Thanks, good night."

"Good night"

About an hour later I hear the same timid knock.

"uh hi, um do you have any alcohol?"

"Alcohol? Ah.. no" I lied and told the truth at the same time, I did not have any booze though my roommate has a bottle of rum in the cabinet, and two bottles of wine in the fridge.

"not even a beer or anything?"

"Sorry I don't have a thing"

"I'm all out but I don't want to go out to get it.......nothing are you sure?"

"Really I have nothing in here."

"I suppose I'll just have to go out like this" She grabs her sweat pants and ruffles them. I begin to suspect she may be drunk.

"oh well good night"

"good luck"

I need to move.

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Fear

DATE: 01/24/2008 06:53:45 / MOOD: other

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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