Over the past weekend, I kept getting, at various times of day (and evening), a strange woman ringing my apartment through the intercom. I've gotton this at least three times before tonight, and I heard one of the roommates complaining about it, also. Our apartment complex is pretty new, with the main door locked to the apartment building to keep the rucus out, and tenents in. In short, a woman who, in the past, introduced herself through my intercom as "the neighbor from 205 whos locked out", has rang my bell for me to let her in at LEAST 3 times this week alone. So when my bell rang this morning at 2:30 AM, I wasn't too surprised, but I wasn't too pleased either.
Cue intercom, and me stumbling down the stairs (our apartment is two stories):
"Hello, who is this?"
"Um, hi, it's your neighbor...I'm locked out. Can you buzz me in, I'm really sorry about this...", and picture this being said in the whiniest voice humanly possible.
At this point, suspicions confirmed, I'm plenty pissed at this woman. She's been doing this all week, but to her credit, this was the first time she'd ever done this at 2:30AM. I've never seen her face, she's never introduced herself as my neighbor in person, you'd THINK she'd have a key by now after ringing our intercom a zillion times this week, she's now pulling this shit at 2:30 in the fucking morning, and I only know her from voice....am I supposed to trust this? Top this off with a messed-up recording that my friend Jamie recently threw my way, and I respond accordingly --
"Dude, NO. No, I will not buzz you in, it's 2AM, you just woke me up, leave me the hell alone."
And then I promptly call the police to report the disturbance.
About 45 seconds after I get off the phone with dispatch, theres another buzz on the intercom, this time a very long and drawn out one. It kind of sounded like this --
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzZZZZ!
I ignore it.
And then an even longer one comes through. And then another. So I hop back on the intercom --
"Look woman, I just called the cops...you can prove your residency to them, and if they deem it acceptable, they'll let you in. Knock it the fuck off."
I press the 'Listen' button for about 5 seconds to hear a stream of curses, and then release. You know, it's not my fucking fault that this stupid twat hasn't had her key for the past WEEK, and I really don't need the agrivation, nor to be tempted in going downstairs and giving her the ole' boot to the head. The cops are on their way, and they can deal with this crackhead in whatever way the deem nessicary.
Just then, I recall that 205 is the apartment that Brad said was getting evicted. I also recall another incident where it was the middle of the night, before any of this ringing the intercom bullshit occurred, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs at whom I would presume, was her boyfriend...with the door to their apartment wide open. That was like 3 weeks ago, but it was the middle of the night when that happened too, and I remember awakening and stepping out of my apartment and telling the guy who had the apartment door open to kindly 'close the fucking door if you're girlfriend is going to be screaming all night'. So after assuming it's the same scumbags, and making the connection, I'm a lot happier about disturbing the police with this matter than I was before.
About 10 minutes later, the police arrive. They didn't find anyone out at the door, but wanted to be buzzed up to talk to me. I let them know my apartment number, and buzz them in.
I spoke with the two cops, both really nice, about the noise disturbance. At this point, we hear laughter coming from 205. I kinda tip-toed to their door (it's litterally two doors down), and the police follow suit. We hear the girl's voice laughing about how she woke some bitch in 2** up, and how she cursed that little cunt out. I nod my head in confirmation at The Voice, my body language telling the cops that that is, indeed, her. The woman police officer smiles, just as a plump woman from 203 emerges from her apartment. Apparently, 203 had JUST called the cops about somebody buzzing her apartment, as well. The male cop goes to talk with 203, and the female cop pulls me back over to the front door to my apartment, and takes down my name and some other information. She tells me they have witnessed enough to back up my claim, and from what I gathered, this female officer was not only about to unleash a can of hardass on 205, but seemed to really love her job at this point. She was damn-near giddy. (As an aside, when I saw that giddiness, I almost wanted to ask her how could I get a career such as hers, but thought better of it, and let her continue out this natural high she was experiencing.)
I took a card with the case number, and she instructed me to tell my landlord about it first thing in the morning. She says if they're being evicted already, my landlord would probably push them out a lot faster after this incident. She assurred me that she'd write a detailed report, and that the landlord has every right to pick up a copy of it to use against them.
The only thing left for me to say?
GOODBYE, EVIL TWAT IN 205!
In other news, I trimmed down my friends list (folks who have no memberships and no journal for me to look at need to go bye-bye), and sent a few 'friends requests' to some new folks who looked kind of interesting. Woo!
Cue intercom, and me stumbling down the stairs (our apartment is two stories):
"Hello, who is this?"
"Um, hi, it's your neighbor...I'm locked out. Can you buzz me in, I'm really sorry about this...", and picture this being said in the whiniest voice humanly possible.
At this point, suspicions confirmed, I'm plenty pissed at this woman. She's been doing this all week, but to her credit, this was the first time she'd ever done this at 2:30AM. I've never seen her face, she's never introduced herself as my neighbor in person, you'd THINK she'd have a key by now after ringing our intercom a zillion times this week, she's now pulling this shit at 2:30 in the fucking morning, and I only know her from voice....am I supposed to trust this? Top this off with a messed-up recording that my friend Jamie recently threw my way, and I respond accordingly --
"Dude, NO. No, I will not buzz you in, it's 2AM, you just woke me up, leave me the hell alone."
And then I promptly call the police to report the disturbance.
About 45 seconds after I get off the phone with dispatch, theres another buzz on the intercom, this time a very long and drawn out one. It kind of sounded like this --
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzZZZZ!
I ignore it.
And then an even longer one comes through. And then another. So I hop back on the intercom --
"Look woman, I just called the cops...you can prove your residency to them, and if they deem it acceptable, they'll let you in. Knock it the fuck off."
I press the 'Listen' button for about 5 seconds to hear a stream of curses, and then release. You know, it's not my fucking fault that this stupid twat hasn't had her key for the past WEEK, and I really don't need the agrivation, nor to be tempted in going downstairs and giving her the ole' boot to the head. The cops are on their way, and they can deal with this crackhead in whatever way the deem nessicary.
Just then, I recall that 205 is the apartment that Brad said was getting evicted. I also recall another incident where it was the middle of the night, before any of this ringing the intercom bullshit occurred, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs at whom I would presume, was her boyfriend...with the door to their apartment wide open. That was like 3 weeks ago, but it was the middle of the night when that happened too, and I remember awakening and stepping out of my apartment and telling the guy who had the apartment door open to kindly 'close the fucking door if you're girlfriend is going to be screaming all night'. So after assuming it's the same scumbags, and making the connection, I'm a lot happier about disturbing the police with this matter than I was before.
About 10 minutes later, the police arrive. They didn't find anyone out at the door, but wanted to be buzzed up to talk to me. I let them know my apartment number, and buzz them in.
I spoke with the two cops, both really nice, about the noise disturbance. At this point, we hear laughter coming from 205. I kinda tip-toed to their door (it's litterally two doors down), and the police follow suit. We hear the girl's voice laughing about how she woke some bitch in 2** up, and how she cursed that little cunt out. I nod my head in confirmation at The Voice, my body language telling the cops that that is, indeed, her. The woman police officer smiles, just as a plump woman from 203 emerges from her apartment. Apparently, 203 had JUST called the cops about somebody buzzing her apartment, as well. The male cop goes to talk with 203, and the female cop pulls me back over to the front door to my apartment, and takes down my name and some other information. She tells me they have witnessed enough to back up my claim, and from what I gathered, this female officer was not only about to unleash a can of hardass on 205, but seemed to really love her job at this point. She was damn-near giddy. (As an aside, when I saw that giddiness, I almost wanted to ask her how could I get a career such as hers, but thought better of it, and let her continue out this natural high she was experiencing.)
I took a card with the case number, and she instructed me to tell my landlord about it first thing in the morning. She says if they're being evicted already, my landlord would probably push them out a lot faster after this incident. She assurred me that she'd write a detailed report, and that the landlord has every right to pick up a copy of it to use against them.
The only thing left for me to say?
GOODBYE, EVIL TWAT IN 205!
In other news, I trimmed down my friends list (folks who have no memberships and no journal for me to look at need to go bye-bye), and sent a few 'friends requests' to some new folks who looked kind of interesting. Woo!
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cloudsinthesky:
well i guess my hair does have a purpose then. take that mom.
cloudsinthesky:
yeah, it's this really fun game i play where i say hi to someone, then sign off as quickly as possible, so they can't say anything. it's fucking the greatest!