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Yesterday - So I'm off work at 3pm, and approaching the steps to my apt at 3:05 and some rando is bent over Monika's bike (locked to the stairs) fiddling with the lock. I say 'what are you doing?' and he's surprised and you can tell he's panicking. I push 'Is this your bike?' To which he says 'no'. He asks if I'm the owner of the bike and I say 'That's no important' and then I ask what they're doing on the porch. It seems our neighbors below us are having a new sink installed, and one of the guys was actually supposed to be there, but the dude I'm talking to they've never seen or heard of.
I follow them into the apt as they give me an unconvincing scene where they talk about plans for tomorrow and what they've done so far. And I can tell this is all bogus because they're just letting me stand there in this apt watching them (as I wonder whether I should call the cops or what?), after which the guilty dude prepares to leave.
He says to me, perhaps in a last-ditch effort to change what I saw, that he just likes to fiddle with things, he's a 'fiddler' (enter hopeful smile/laugh), to which I say firmly 'that's not what it looked like'. So, finally, he gets confrontational and tells me he doesn't like my tone. I don't want to outright accuse him of thievery because there's no one with me and this guy may want to get violent or something. But I want the implication there. So I just reiterate - 'I know what I saw.' And I look him straight in the eye.
Anyway, I told the landlord, and she's hopefully getting rid of the guys slated to do the work. It was kind of scary. I'm happy I came on the scene when I did, and that it wasn't Monika. Bikes in Toronto - keepem in the safe people.
Out.
I follow them into the apt as they give me an unconvincing scene where they talk about plans for tomorrow and what they've done so far. And I can tell this is all bogus because they're just letting me stand there in this apt watching them (as I wonder whether I should call the cops or what?), after which the guilty dude prepares to leave.
He says to me, perhaps in a last-ditch effort to change what I saw, that he just likes to fiddle with things, he's a 'fiddler' (enter hopeful smile/laugh), to which I say firmly 'that's not what it looked like'. So, finally, he gets confrontational and tells me he doesn't like my tone. I don't want to outright accuse him of thievery because there's no one with me and this guy may want to get violent or something. But I want the implication there. So I just reiterate - 'I know what I saw.' And I look him straight in the eye.
Anyway, I told the landlord, and she's hopefully getting rid of the guys slated to do the work. It was kind of scary. I'm happy I came on the scene when I did, and that it wasn't Monika. Bikes in Toronto - keepem in the safe people.
Out.