Real World; Episode 3: Ka-Blam!!
My arms were loaded down with groceries as I punched in the keycode.
The front door didn't unlock and right away I knew why.
The proverbial shit had hit the fan. Here we go, I thought.
The deadbolt slid out from the inside and Ted opened the door and waved me in.
So, I asked, was it spectacular?
No, he replied, but "Laurie" the landlord had known for the last couple
of days what was going on. She had heard all the complaints from no
less than six neighbors, along the quiet, shady street. Tales of two
sometimes three girls coming and going from the duplex, and eyewitness
accounts of all of them out on the front lawn on many occasions,
wrestling, roughousing, urinating, drinking, smoking drugs, breaking
dishes, flipping off passing cars and in one case a school bus not
to mention screaming, arguing and occasionally engaging in this
charming behavior completely naked.
Ted excitedly relayed this information to me while I put away groceries.
I'd been aware of about 75% of the activities above but I guess they did
all their naked playtime while I was away at work, pity.
And so she had stopped by in the afternoon, right at 3:30, to drop off
a new tennant, and to confront T on the issue. He was away at work, but
Laurie arrived just in time to hear the Stripper-League-Wrestling match
going on upstairs, and just in time to catch Marsella coming down the
stairs wrapped in a towel and dripping hair dye on the carpet. "Bitch,"
Marsella reportedly said to the landlord, "Who the fuck are you?"
I just about dropped the eggs. Wow. Ted was thrilled to keep going,
and so Laurie had introduced herself and marched upstairs and said
something to the other strippers, then marched back downstairs and
changed the front door-code.
The girls filed down begrudgingly with suitcases and garbage bags full of
belongings and piled into Laurie's SUV, while it was explained to Ted
that T had until Sunday to get out, and that if either of us saw
Marsella or any of the girls on the property, we were to call her
and then the police. She was taking the girls to the Holiday Inn,
instead of the Police station on the condition that they never return.
Talk about an eventful introduction to the new house for the new guy,
who stood there the whole time, stunned.
Turns out he works with T, and he just got back from India.
I'll learn his name soon enough, I keep forgetting. But what adds
icing to the cake is that he found it fit to point out to Laurie
and Marsalla, who was standing beside her, that T has a wife and two
children in Toronto!
On the bright side, I get the large Master Bedroom on Sunday.
On the downside, a lot can get ugly between now and Sunday.
I wish I had more locks on my bedroom door.
The front door didn't unlock and right away I knew why.
The proverbial shit had hit the fan. Here we go, I thought.
The deadbolt slid out from the inside and Ted opened the door and waved me in.
So, I asked, was it spectacular?
No, he replied, but "Laurie" the landlord had known for the last couple
of days what was going on. She had heard all the complaints from no
less than six neighbors, along the quiet, shady street. Tales of two
sometimes three girls coming and going from the duplex, and eyewitness
accounts of all of them out on the front lawn on many occasions,
wrestling, roughousing, urinating, drinking, smoking drugs, breaking
dishes, flipping off passing cars and in one case a school bus not
to mention screaming, arguing and occasionally engaging in this
charming behavior completely naked.
Ted excitedly relayed this information to me while I put away groceries.
I'd been aware of about 75% of the activities above but I guess they did
all their naked playtime while I was away at work, pity.
And so she had stopped by in the afternoon, right at 3:30, to drop off
a new tennant, and to confront T on the issue. He was away at work, but
Laurie arrived just in time to hear the Stripper-League-Wrestling match
going on upstairs, and just in time to catch Marsella coming down the
stairs wrapped in a towel and dripping hair dye on the carpet. "Bitch,"
Marsella reportedly said to the landlord, "Who the fuck are you?"
I just about dropped the eggs. Wow. Ted was thrilled to keep going,
and so Laurie had introduced herself and marched upstairs and said
something to the other strippers, then marched back downstairs and
changed the front door-code.
The girls filed down begrudgingly with suitcases and garbage bags full of
belongings and piled into Laurie's SUV, while it was explained to Ted
that T had until Sunday to get out, and that if either of us saw
Marsella or any of the girls on the property, we were to call her
and then the police. She was taking the girls to the Holiday Inn,
instead of the Police station on the condition that they never return.
Talk about an eventful introduction to the new house for the new guy,
who stood there the whole time, stunned.
Turns out he works with T, and he just got back from India.
I'll learn his name soon enough, I keep forgetting. But what adds
icing to the cake is that he found it fit to point out to Laurie
and Marsalla, who was standing beside her, that T has a wife and two
children in Toronto!
On the bright side, I get the large Master Bedroom on Sunday.
On the downside, a lot can get ugly between now and Sunday.
I wish I had more locks on my bedroom door.