Saturday night, I was having a glass (or two) of wine, and watching some of my 25 episodes of "Who's the Boss", when there was a knock at my door. It was midnight. I live in the city. With crackheads. And ladies who wear duct tape on their mouths. And, um, shady characters. I looked out my side window and no one was in my driveway, I had been texting with new guy, but he wouldn't just show up. Plus, he'd park in the drive. No car.
Knocking again...
I left my front blinds open so clearly whoever was knocking, saw me sitting there ignoring them..drinking and smoking when they came up on my porch.
More knocking...
I snuck out of my own living room and upstairs to see if I could determine who it was from the bedroom. I didn't see a thing. I went back downstairs. I watch too many horror movies so by this time, I'm pretty scared.
Knock knock...of course, no dog barking from my attack dogs!
You would think, that at midnight, at someones house you obviously don't know, if they aren't going to answer after the first time, maybe you should just give up?
Knock knock...I had to look up the police number on google, because who has a phone book anymore? This took forever!
And by the time I found it, they had left. And I fell asleep (passed out) on the couch. The next afternoon, when I left to go tanning I noticed my sunroof was open. And my car windows were down. It had rained. My car was flooded.
I thought, what if it were just a concerned neighbor telling me I left my car open in the rain? I'm such an ass. Clearly a crackhead could've taken the valuables (CD's or cigarettes) out of my car as it was wide open.
But a single girl can never be too careful. I never open the door even in daylight, if I don't know you!
*Thats a pic of my little rescue, gooder (Magoo) desperatly waiting for me to wake up and play with him which is his new most favorite thing to do. Both wake me up at the butt crack of dawn, and playing.
Which you can watch a clip of here. I may or may not have been on the toilet for that. Don't judge.
Heres another one.
It's taken him 5 months to play!
3 comments:
First, lock your damn car! I mean that in the most loving way too. If you really live in that kind of neighborhood, you have that car locked the second you get out of it.
Second, isn't number for the police 911?
And...not to scare you but it still could have been someone casing your place. Sorry. Just been around too many cops now.
sister:
well it was my intention to leave again, so i left my windows down. i never did leave and i forgot. i never do that.
the emergency number is 911. i always get annoyed when you hear people call 911 for non emergencies. i didnt wanna be one of THOSE people. i looked up the non emergency number, cops are always driving around the neighborhood i figured theyd just send one my way.
casing the joint!? geez!
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