At least she didn't want to hone in on our mistakes
Whoa! More than one entry in a single day, let alone a week?
Read on and you'll know why this warrants its own entry.
I promise am not making any of this up. This happened less than an hour ago.
So I'm in the pod (where we keep the computer - I'll explain another day) checking email, getting ready to play World of Warcraft, when KAREN bursts into my life and things will never be the same.
I hear the front door open and look up. Instead of a roommate, in walks some blonde woman I've never seen before in my life. Without a word, she bends down and starts petting the dog.
I'm just peeking out of the pod, wondering who is the woman, and maybe... do I know her and just not remember her? Probably 40 seconds go by without a word said, I think she hasn't looked up at all. I finally speak up and say, "Hi." She looks up, continues to pet the dog, and returns my greeting.
I introduce myself, and she tells me her name is Karen. Karen seems... a bit odd.
I ask her if she is here to see anyone in particular. "No," she says.
"Uh... do you know anyone who lives here?"
"No."
I somewhat hesitantly inform her that it is a bit unusual for someone to walk into the home of someone she does not know.
"I don't know anyone around here." At this point Karen is vacillating between somewhat on edge and almost in tears.
I ask her if everything is ok, if anything is wrong. She's fine, she says. There's some awkward silence. "Do you want to watch some TV?" Heck, what are you SUPPOSED to do when a stranger walks into your house, seems emotionally unstable, tells you nothing is wrong, and seems content to stand in your home petting your dog?
Apollo-neo is practicing downstairs. Guitar chords fill the house, punctuated by bursts of percussion. Karen asks if anyone else is home. Uh... ok...
I ask her to wait and I go down to the basement. I hold out my hand in the classic "STOP" gesture. They stop. I fill them in.
We all file upstairs, and everyone introduces themselves. She starts telling her story. Apparently people across the street were rude to her, and told her to come over here. Across the street turns out to be the restaurant/bar Engine House No. 9.
Karen walks out to the porch, pulling her cell phone out of her purse. We all kind of follow, uncertain where this train wreck is going. The dog starts to follow everyone outside, so Steven slowly closes the door to keep her in. I'm still inside, so I take advantage of the opportunity to put the dog downstairs and just try to figure out what the heck to do.
By the time I open the front door again, Karen's getting ready to leave. She doesn't want to get us involved in the middle of things. She's going to go try to find her car. Izzy suggests a cab, or maybe a ride to her car. No, she's ok. She just needs to find her car. No, she doesn't know where it is. Yes, she drove here. Her car's somewhere that way. "That way" is represented by a broad sweep of her arm. Karen walks down the steps of our porch and begins to walk down the sidewalk, never to be seen again.
I find out after Karen has left that she is, at 7:30 pm, very very drunk. It wasn't apparent at first, but a few minutes talking to her has convinced everyone of the fact. We all hope she doesn't kill anyone on the road driving home.
The subject of this post is something she said while out on the porch. Thanks for the memories, Karen.
Read on and you'll know why this warrants its own entry.
I promise am not making any of this up. This happened less than an hour ago.
So I'm in the pod (where we keep the computer - I'll explain another day) checking email, getting ready to play World of Warcraft, when KAREN bursts into my life and things will never be the same.
I hear the front door open and look up. Instead of a roommate, in walks some blonde woman I've never seen before in my life. Without a word, she bends down and starts petting the dog.
I'm just peeking out of the pod, wondering who is the woman, and maybe... do I know her and just not remember her? Probably 40 seconds go by without a word said, I think she hasn't looked up at all. I finally speak up and say, "Hi." She looks up, continues to pet the dog, and returns my greeting.
I introduce myself, and she tells me her name is Karen. Karen seems... a bit odd.
I ask her if she is here to see anyone in particular. "No," she says.
"Uh... do you know anyone who lives here?"
"No."
I somewhat hesitantly inform her that it is a bit unusual for someone to walk into the home of someone she does not know.
"I don't know anyone around here." At this point Karen is vacillating between somewhat on edge and almost in tears.
I ask her if everything is ok, if anything is wrong. She's fine, she says. There's some awkward silence. "Do you want to watch some TV?" Heck, what are you SUPPOSED to do when a stranger walks into your house, seems emotionally unstable, tells you nothing is wrong, and seems content to stand in your home petting your dog?
Apollo-neo is practicing downstairs. Guitar chords fill the house, punctuated by bursts of percussion. Karen asks if anyone else is home. Uh... ok...
I ask her to wait and I go down to the basement. I hold out my hand in the classic "STOP" gesture. They stop. I fill them in.
We all file upstairs, and everyone introduces themselves. She starts telling her story. Apparently people across the street were rude to her, and told her to come over here. Across the street turns out to be the restaurant/bar Engine House No. 9.
Karen walks out to the porch, pulling her cell phone out of her purse. We all kind of follow, uncertain where this train wreck is going. The dog starts to follow everyone outside, so Steven slowly closes the door to keep her in. I'm still inside, so I take advantage of the opportunity to put the dog downstairs and just try to figure out what the heck to do.
By the time I open the front door again, Karen's getting ready to leave. She doesn't want to get us involved in the middle of things. She's going to go try to find her car. Izzy suggests a cab, or maybe a ride to her car. No, she's ok. She just needs to find her car. No, she doesn't know where it is. Yes, she drove here. Her car's somewhere that way. "That way" is represented by a broad sweep of her arm. Karen walks down the steps of our porch and begins to walk down the sidewalk, never to be seen again.
I find out after Karen has left that she is, at 7:30 pm, very very drunk. It wasn't apparent at first, but a few minutes talking to her has convinced everyone of the fact. We all hope she doesn't kill anyone on the road driving home.
The subject of this post is something she said while out on the porch. Thanks for the memories, Karen.