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I sit down, hands still shaking, still rehearsing what I should have said, what I did say, what he said. I'm already crying and I'm mad about that. I kind of wished that he could get a good look at me, crying and angry, wrapped up in my bathrobe on the front porch. Instead, he just got to see me scared and confused, wrapped up in my bathrobe on my front porch.
I pointed to myself through the front window, said through the glass, "You don't know this, but I am the only adult in this house, with a young child asleep in the bedroom. I can't afford to open my door at 10:30 at night, and I was too scared to open my window and see some crackhead's face staring at me." He pointed to his badge, and spat at me, "Well I'm a Durham County Police Officer and I'm taking the time to bring you your wallet, your money and your Social Security card from the Food Lion parking lot where you left it!"
huh?
After it was over, I had to come back outside and ask the neighbors on their porch if I was crazy, if he was being an ass. The neighbor who I had noticed when I was standing outside having this ridiculous argument with this random cop said Yeah, he was a total dick. He said that sure the guy had to knock a bunch of times, that it took a while for me to open the door, but you were asleep, right?! I said No, i wasn't asleep, I saw his truck pull up to my house and realized that I didn't want the front window open, so i pulled the curtains. then when he started knocking and actually tried the doorknob, I got totally freaked and didn't peek until I heard his radio. In the ultimate irony, I had actually been standing there with the cell phone in hand, ready to call 911 once i got brave enough to look. The cop had yelled at me that he turned up his radio so that would know he was a cop and I yelled back that that was the reason I had enough nerve to look out the window, but I still wasn't opening my door at 10:30 at night. I said thank you from the bottom of my heart and went back inside.
deep breath. remind myself that i'm safe, my kid is safe. that i'm not in danger because i'm a woman. wonder if that's true. leave an unintelligle message for a friend, and almost another for another friend who knows my landlords, so i can whine to them about how I want a peephole this weekend. sniff. go get a glass of water. finally, I sit down to put this in lj because I can type but not write longhand right now.
Instead of Update Journal, my cursor was on Freewill Astrology when I clicked. This is what I got.
"An executive at the UK's biggest pharmaceutical company admitted that most prescription medicines aren't very effective. "The vast majority of drugs only work in 30 or 50 per cent of the people," said Allen Roses of GlaxoSmithKline. His explanation: Many patients have idiosyncratic genes that prevent the medicines from functioning as they were designed to. In my opinion, Leo, there's a similar principle at work regarding just about everything that conventional wisdom says is good for you. That's always important to keep in mind, of course, but especially for you right now. More than ever, you'll benefit profoundly from not only questioning authorities and experts, but giving them the third degree."
I started cefta today, went over gene repression and expression tonight in micro, and argued with a cop with a Good Samaritan martyr complex who rattled my doorknob in the middle of the night.
oh, rob. how DO you do it?
I pointed to myself through the front window, said through the glass, "You don't know this, but I am the only adult in this house, with a young child asleep in the bedroom. I can't afford to open my door at 10:30 at night, and I was too scared to open my window and see some crackhead's face staring at me." He pointed to his badge, and spat at me, "Well I'm a Durham County Police Officer and I'm taking the time to bring you your wallet, your money and your Social Security card from the Food Lion parking lot where you left it!"
huh?
After it was over, I had to come back outside and ask the neighbors on their porch if I was crazy, if he was being an ass. The neighbor who I had noticed when I was standing outside having this ridiculous argument with this random cop said Yeah, he was a total dick. He said that sure the guy had to knock a bunch of times, that it took a while for me to open the door, but you were asleep, right?! I said No, i wasn't asleep, I saw his truck pull up to my house and realized that I didn't want the front window open, so i pulled the curtains. then when he started knocking and actually tried the doorknob, I got totally freaked and didn't peek until I heard his radio. In the ultimate irony, I had actually been standing there with the cell phone in hand, ready to call 911 once i got brave enough to look. The cop had yelled at me that he turned up his radio so that would know he was a cop and I yelled back that that was the reason I had enough nerve to look out the window, but I still wasn't opening my door at 10:30 at night. I said thank you from the bottom of my heart and went back inside.
deep breath. remind myself that i'm safe, my kid is safe. that i'm not in danger because i'm a woman. wonder if that's true. leave an unintelligle message for a friend, and almost another for another friend who knows my landlords, so i can whine to them about how I want a peephole this weekend. sniff. go get a glass of water. finally, I sit down to put this in lj because I can type but not write longhand right now.
Instead of Update Journal, my cursor was on Freewill Astrology when I clicked. This is what I got.
"An executive at the UK's biggest pharmaceutical company admitted that most prescription medicines aren't very effective. "The vast majority of drugs only work in 30 or 50 per cent of the people," said Allen Roses of GlaxoSmithKline. His explanation: Many patients have idiosyncratic genes that prevent the medicines from functioning as they were designed to. In my opinion, Leo, there's a similar principle at work regarding just about everything that conventional wisdom says is good for you. That's always important to keep in mind, of course, but especially for you right now. More than ever, you'll benefit profoundly from not only questioning authorities and experts, but giving them the third degree."
I started cefta today, went over gene repression and expression tonight in micro, and argued with a cop with a Good Samaritan martyr complex who rattled my doorknob in the middle of the night.
oh, rob. how DO you do it?