cuckoo
The lady downstairs with the little dog is a complete fruit loop . She's one of those people who you wave to from a distance and say "hi" before she stops you to share all her problems at length, things you didn't want to know. One of those people who always seems to have a crisis, many of her own making, and will frequently will enlist help from the other people in the building to deal with it. There have been many events in the past 2 ½ years I've lived on Wakeley but this morning's incident takes the cake.
Every weekday, I wake up around 6am or so, enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee, check for email, etc. Usually around this time I can hear her leave to walk her little dog. This time when she returns, she rings the neighbor's bell, a young college guy on my floor. I can hear them talking - apparently she's locked herself out of her apt and wants to get the spare keys from Barb, another neighbor, who has already left for work. All they know is that she works at Offutt AFB. Can he call Offutt? Young college guy is trying to be nice but he doesn't have time for this (besides which, how the hell do you call an AFB and reach someone whose last name you don't even know?). I quick decide to hop in the shower before she comes my way. Sure enough once in, there's some banging on my door. When it wasn't clear that I wasn't going to answer, I called out that I was in the shower. The knocking stopped. It's only 6:30am at this point.
I finish in the shower, dry off and put on a robe with the intent to maybe help her out if she's still there though I can't be late for work today myself because I'm the only there to open. In the meantime, she's knocked on the new neighbor's door (you know, the one that had to be replaced when the cops kicked it in?) asking to borrow some clothes so she can get to Beverage Middle School on time as she's a substitute teacher for OPS. The gal sounds hesitant but invites her in. I'm just relieved that I managed not to get involved in the drama but feeling anxious because I don't like sneaking around my own place like a cat in the morning. I avoid Dog Lady like the plague.
When I left for work myself a little while later, her little dog was leashed to her doorknob barking up a storm in the hallway. Perhaps she was expecting her son to come home soon or called the landlord, Howard, to unlock the door. These situations make me feel conflicted because I'm not a mean person but this is the type of woman that will take ten miles if you give her an inch. And it's just plain weird to be going door to door asking to borrow someone's clothes for work. At that point, you just don't go.
Every weekday, I wake up around 6am or so, enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee, check for email, etc. Usually around this time I can hear her leave to walk her little dog. This time when she returns, she rings the neighbor's bell, a young college guy on my floor. I can hear them talking - apparently she's locked herself out of her apt and wants to get the spare keys from Barb, another neighbor, who has already left for work. All they know is that she works at Offutt AFB. Can he call Offutt? Young college guy is trying to be nice but he doesn't have time for this (besides which, how the hell do you call an AFB and reach someone whose last name you don't even know?). I quick decide to hop in the shower before she comes my way. Sure enough once in, there's some banging on my door. When it wasn't clear that I wasn't going to answer, I called out that I was in the shower. The knocking stopped. It's only 6:30am at this point.
I finish in the shower, dry off and put on a robe with the intent to maybe help her out if she's still there though I can't be late for work today myself because I'm the only there to open. In the meantime, she's knocked on the new neighbor's door (you know, the one that had to be replaced when the cops kicked it in?) asking to borrow some clothes so she can get to Beverage Middle School on time as she's a substitute teacher for OPS. The gal sounds hesitant but invites her in. I'm just relieved that I managed not to get involved in the drama but feeling anxious because I don't like sneaking around my own place like a cat in the morning. I avoid Dog Lady like the plague.
When I left for work myself a little while later, her little dog was leashed to her doorknob barking up a storm in the hallway. Perhaps she was expecting her son to come home soon or called the landlord, Howard, to unlock the door. These situations make me feel conflicted because I'm not a mean person but this is the type of woman that will take ten miles if you give her an inch. And it's just plain weird to be going door to door asking to borrow someone's clothes for work. At that point, you just don't go.