Yikes! Or, OMG rides again!
I went out shopping today, and when I got back to my building a young female reporter from KING5, a local television station, accompanied by a camera/sound-man, came up to me where I had taken a seat on a bench in the hall leading from the (current; soon to be changed) front door of the building into the building proper, resting my poor, hot, tired feet after a day of tramping all over hell and creation, doing my shopping. She said, "Did you know they arrested somebody here today?"
No, I didn't, not until she said so. It developed that a security guy named Jack who lives in Apartment 616* on my floor was arrested in connection with the murder of a child back in the 1950s. His wife, who also lives here, on my floor, knew nothing about it until the cops appeared with a warrant for the man's arrest. The reporter asked me how I felt when she told me that, and I said, truthfully, that I was stunned to hear it. I mean, we've got some people here who are a little (or more than a little) flaky, and others who are unpleaant, but in the four years I've lived here there'd been nothing like this. She asked if it frightened me. I said no, I've got a dead-bolt on my door I throw every night, and the door itself is nice and thick, and by the time somebody could barge in here in spite of that I'd have my handy-dandy cast-iron skillet out and ready to bash whoever it was -- Grandman's cast-iron skillet to the rescue! (I plead the 5th when it comes to the 2nd, however.) They laughed, took my contact information in case they had more questions, and left.
OMG. You just never know, do you?
The one I feel sorry for is his wife. She didn't know. Apparently they had a loveless (i.e., sexless) marriage, and everyone remarked on just how strange a couple they seemed to be. But the poor woman! I hope she has people to comfort her now.
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*You've all heard of 666. But did you know that 616 is an alternate summation of the name of the Beast of Revelation? It's a fact. Not really important, but it adds that extra, squirmy dimension of creepy to the whole thing, doesn't it?
No, I didn't, not until she said so. It developed that a security guy named Jack who lives in Apartment 616* on my floor was arrested in connection with the murder of a child back in the 1950s. His wife, who also lives here, on my floor, knew nothing about it until the cops appeared with a warrant for the man's arrest. The reporter asked me how I felt when she told me that, and I said, truthfully, that I was stunned to hear it. I mean, we've got some people here who are a little (or more than a little) flaky, and others who are unpleaant, but in the four years I've lived here there'd been nothing like this. She asked if it frightened me. I said no, I've got a dead-bolt on my door I throw every night, and the door itself is nice and thick, and by the time somebody could barge in here in spite of that I'd have my handy-dandy cast-iron skillet out and ready to bash whoever it was -- Grandman's cast-iron skillet to the rescue! (I plead the 5th when it comes to the 2nd, however.) They laughed, took my contact information in case they had more questions, and left.
OMG. You just never know, do you?
The one I feel sorry for is his wife. She didn't know. Apparently they had a loveless (i.e., sexless) marriage, and everyone remarked on just how strange a couple they seemed to be. But the poor woman! I hope she has people to comfort her now.
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*You've all heard of 666. But did you know that 616 is an alternate summation of the name of the Beast of Revelation? It's a fact. Not really important, but it adds that extra, squirmy dimension of creepy to the whole thing, doesn't it?