The joys of living in an apartment complex downtown.
So I'm sitting here, minding my own business, lost in my little world of Half-Life 2, when someone knocks at my door. Mind you, no one ever knocks on my door...and it's 11:30pm, so I'm doubly confused. I go and look out the peep-hole, see nothing, and walk away.
More knocking.
Go back, look again, nothing...but as I'm standing there, still more knocking. So now, I figure either this is the phantom hand of doom trying to steal my eternal soul, or someone's knocking on my door who doesn't want to be seen. I--deciding not to succumb to an 80's mystery movie-type stupidity--leave my door locked.
A few seconds later, I hear knocking at the door of the apartment next to mine. I sneak up to my window with true ninja-style stealthitude, look outside, and see someone dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, standing against the wall to the side of my (non-existant) neighbor's door, knocking away.
At this point, I figure I'll try to see if Sprint's pathetic service as of late extends to 911. They transfer me to the police department, two patrol cars pull up about 10 minutes later, and so ends my story.
Yeah, sorry, no funny punch-lines or interesting arrests. I probably over-reacted, but oh well, better safe than sorry.
Just thought I'd share. Carry on.
So I'm sitting here, minding my own business, lost in my little world of Half-Life 2, when someone knocks at my door. Mind you, no one ever knocks on my door...and it's 11:30pm, so I'm doubly confused. I go and look out the peep-hole, see nothing, and walk away.
More knocking.
Go back, look again, nothing...but as I'm standing there, still more knocking. So now, I figure either this is the phantom hand of doom trying to steal my eternal soul, or someone's knocking on my door who doesn't want to be seen. I--deciding not to succumb to an 80's mystery movie-type stupidity--leave my door locked.
A few seconds later, I hear knocking at the door of the apartment next to mine. I sneak up to my window with true ninja-style stealthitude, look outside, and see someone dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, standing against the wall to the side of my (non-existant) neighbor's door, knocking away.
At this point, I figure I'll try to see if Sprint's pathetic service as of late extends to 911. They transfer me to the police department, two patrol cars pull up about 10 minutes later, and so ends my story.
Yeah, sorry, no funny punch-lines or interesting arrests. I probably over-reacted, but oh well, better safe than sorry.
Just thought I'd share. Carry on.
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