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Jan. 6th, 2007 07:50 amWell.
I didn't have a shift till this afternoon, and while I was planning on getting up early to go to the post office, six am was not precisely even my idea of "early".
My door buzzer woke me up this morning and my first thought was, did I order a pizza and then fall asleep? It hasn't happened yet, but one day it's bound to.
Anyway, I checked the clock and discovered it was six am; the buzzer went again, so I threw a coat over my pyjamas and came out to find my next-door-neighbour locked out of her flat and the building and asking to use my phone. I thought she might need to call her boyfriend or a friend or something, but instead she called 911.
*headdesk*
One pot of tea and five policemen later, her boyfriend is on his way to booking. The tea was mainly for something to do while she sat on my one useable chair and cried. I don't blame her; she'd been locked out and didn't know if her boyfriend was even still there, and there was a baby in the apartment.
So, the police came, saw, and conquered, as they tend to do. They sent me back into my flat and actually posted a guard in front of my door just in case the boyfriend got ideas about immediate reprisals. This isn't precisely comforting, as I am now aware (via hearing the interrogation in the hallway) that the boyfriend has done time for burglary, and of course the police are now gone. The boyfriend is too, and hopefully for good, but one never knows. I haven't got much worth burgling, but I think I'll take the laptop with me to work today.
The lead officer on the call came back over to my flat after it was all done and I offered him a cup of very strong, not very hot tea. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him what I could to help straighten out the situation, since my neighbour was not precisely sober and her boyfriend might have been drunk or just really pissed off. The officer was a nice guy, kept a leash on the burly officer with the potty mouth, and seemed pretty sorry to be leaving an infant child with a drunk woman in a basically empty apartment.
I will say this -- drop-kicking that asshole boyfriend of hers would be a pretty good start to her new year.
And now I'm off to get a shower and Face The Day.
I hope you all have a pleasant and police-free Saturday.
I didn't have a shift till this afternoon, and while I was planning on getting up early to go to the post office, six am was not precisely even my idea of "early".
My door buzzer woke me up this morning and my first thought was, did I order a pizza and then fall asleep? It hasn't happened yet, but one day it's bound to.
Anyway, I checked the clock and discovered it was six am; the buzzer went again, so I threw a coat over my pyjamas and came out to find my next-door-neighbour locked out of her flat and the building and asking to use my phone. I thought she might need to call her boyfriend or a friend or something, but instead she called 911.
*headdesk*
One pot of tea and five policemen later, her boyfriend is on his way to booking. The tea was mainly for something to do while she sat on my one useable chair and cried. I don't blame her; she'd been locked out and didn't know if her boyfriend was even still there, and there was a baby in the apartment.
So, the police came, saw, and conquered, as they tend to do. They sent me back into my flat and actually posted a guard in front of my door just in case the boyfriend got ideas about immediate reprisals. This isn't precisely comforting, as I am now aware (via hearing the interrogation in the hallway) that the boyfriend has done time for burglary, and of course the police are now gone. The boyfriend is too, and hopefully for good, but one never knows. I haven't got much worth burgling, but I think I'll take the laptop with me to work today.
The lead officer on the call came back over to my flat after it was all done and I offered him a cup of very strong, not very hot tea. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him what I could to help straighten out the situation, since my neighbour was not precisely sober and her boyfriend might have been drunk or just really pissed off. The officer was a nice guy, kept a leash on the burly officer with the potty mouth, and seemed pretty sorry to be leaving an infant child with a drunk woman in a basically empty apartment.
I will say this -- drop-kicking that asshole boyfriend of hers would be a pretty good start to her new year.
And now I'm off to get a shower and Face The Day.
I hope you all have a pleasant and police-free Saturday.
