A very deranged person.
I have no idea what the heck possesses my sister to work these late shifts. I just knew something was going to happen one of these days.
So, my sister, instead of taking normal 9~5 work hours or work shifts that allows her to get home before the stroke of 12, she takes these weird frigging hours and she usually doesn't get home until like 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. My mother used to have these kinds of hours too, but my mother is a physically strong woman. Yeah, she's a little overweight, but she's proven that she can outrun you AND your father and she can put up a good fight. So when my mother used to be out late at night, coming home from work, it never crossed my mind once to ever worry about something happening to her. (I, on the other hand, cannot defend myself at all. One good hit and I am out like a light. Because I know dang well I can't fight off any attacker, tat I have 0 physical strength, this is precisely the reason why I don't go outside after dark.)
My sister can put up a good fight too (I should know, she tried to beat me up last year and I still have to threaten her with the police if I suspect she's thinking of getting violent with me again), but still. This frigging girl doesn't listen to anything anybody tells her. I keep frigging TELLING her, STOP walking around out in the open like that with headphones on. I read an article in high school that people wearing headphones are more likely to be robbed than people without headphones on, because people WITH headphones have just shown the thief that they have something nice worth stealing, whether it be an iPod, another MP3 player or one of those fancy touch screen phones that can do everything that all the kids these days have (like I know, I have my dinosaur basic cellphone and that's it). I keep fisking telling her that, but this girl thinks she's better than everybody else and never heeds anybody's warning. (She says her mp3 player is hidden "way down" in her purse. I'm sorry, but that was a dumb thing to say. Like a robber isn't going to snatch her whole purse up.)
I thank God that she's alright, but hopefully this will serve as an important lesson to her. To all of us, even.
My sister was coming out of the train station, at a station she doesn't normally get off at. It's not an unfamiliar station to any of us, since you can get off at either this earlier stop or a later stop and take the bus to get home, so either one works. It all depends on if you want a shorter bus ride/longer train ride or a longer bus ride/shorter train ride. But anyway, she got off at the earlier stop and came out of the station to hail a cab. Suddenly, a no good mother-humper disguised as a human male came up to her, punched her in the mouth/face, then ran off with her purse. She only had $22 in her purse, so for once, I am grateful for the fact that she doesn't EVER have any kind of real money ever. This is precisely the reason why I feel uncomfortable carrying more than $40 cash on me.
The above, however, is not the most disturbing part of the story. Oh no.
In the purse was $22, her learner's permit, I think another idea for school (though she's gone against everybody's wishes and took this semester off), and my, yes MY KEYS TO THE APARTMENT. No, she did not ask me. No, she did not have permission. I came home, put my keys down on the table as usual, and when she left to go to work, that's when she must have decided that today would be a good day to swipe my keys without frigging telling me. I absolutely hate it when she does this, I know it's frustrating to not have the key to the building's front door so you have to wait for me or our mother to buzz you in, but for heaven's sake, I cannot stand it when she takes my keys without permission, let alone without telling me.
I don't know about other states, but in New York, learner permits (and I'm assuming full driver's licenses as well) have printed on them your name, date of birth and your full home address on them. So because this lunatic guy assaulted her and made off with her purse, this guy has our full home address (on my sister's permit), and my keys to the building's front door, my keys to our mailbox, and my keys to our apartment's front door.
Fantastic.
So I'm staying home from work today, even though I live just 10 minutes away (you can even see the apartment building from the hospital). I woke up at around 2:30AM anyway, because I was attacked by cramps and it wasn't until my sister got home (banging on the door like a madwoman at that) that it stopped. And even then, I couldn't go back to sleep because of this. Plus, you know, dude kinda has our address and frigging keys now, if he's that insane/bold.
I place no blame on my sister, but hopefully this serves as a lesson. She acts all big and bad and has absolutely no second thoughts about wandering the streets at night. Thankfully she isn't hurt, but I'm praying this will teach her to stop shunning us and actually heed our warnings. No, you don't have to be terrified of going out at night like I am, but stop being to frigging lax about it. She keeps saying, "oh, it's fine because I'm a very attentive person." Not attentive enough to realize there was a bastard on the loose in your area, I see.
She got home because a kind soul of a taxi driver had it in him to give her a ride home for free. I mean this from the absolute bottom of my heart, God bless that man. Because as I was wondering how the heck she got home if the dude took off with her money, I assumed a conveniently passing bus came by and she got on, told them what happened, maybe even mention that her mother is seeing someone who works as a bus driver so they might know him, and the bus driver let her on. I had absolutely no faith that a taxi driver would be that kind. Thank you for proving me wrong, sir and God bless you. I think she gave the man her phone number, so if he comes back here, WE'VE GOT TO PAY HIM TWICE THE AMOUNT SHE OWES, IT'S ONLY RIGHT. I'd give that man $100 if I could. God bless him, I hope he wins the lottery for his benevolence.
I don't know why, but the big girl cat was meowing at me all night long. Maybe she realized something was amiss, even though the big girl doesn't like my sister (because my sister frigging bothers her).
So now I'm trying not to imagine these unsettling images of MFs with guns busting into our home while we wait for a locksmith to show up to change the locks. The reason why my sister took my keys in the first place was because she only has the key to the apartment front door, not the building's front door. You either have to have a key, be buzzed in, or be going in at the same time somebody is going out (or somebody with a key is coming in too). And she doesn't have the key to the building's front door because the management is full of lowlife pricks who charge $75 for ONE downstairs key. If we take that key to a locksmith to have it duplicated, it costs $10 to $12, NOT. FRIGGING. 75. BUCKS. Except, we can't get that key duplicated without a special card, which only the management has. And of course they're not going to give us the card so we can get a duplicate key for a lot cheaper and avoid coughing up $75 for each additional key. Frick this management, there are a couple of decent people here, but everyone else in charge is a prick. My mother's going to try to pull some strings with the security guard, but she doesn't think it will work and we'll wind up paying $75 for a new key (or maybe two).
I thank God from the bottom of my heart that this man was only a very deranged person. You know, instead of an extremely-out-of-his-fricken-mind deranged person. A very deranged person would punch young girls in the face and take off with their bags. An extremely-out-of-his-fricken-mind deranged person would punch young girls in the face, rape them, murder them, then take off with their bags.
So, my sister, instead of taking normal 9~5 work hours or work shifts that allows her to get home before the stroke of 12, she takes these weird frigging hours and she usually doesn't get home until like 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. My mother used to have these kinds of hours too, but my mother is a physically strong woman. Yeah, she's a little overweight, but she's proven that she can outrun you AND your father and she can put up a good fight. So when my mother used to be out late at night, coming home from work, it never crossed my mind once to ever worry about something happening to her. (I, on the other hand, cannot defend myself at all. One good hit and I am out like a light. Because I know dang well I can't fight off any attacker, tat I have 0 physical strength, this is precisely the reason why I don't go outside after dark.)
My sister can put up a good fight too (I should know, she tried to beat me up last year and I still have to threaten her with the police if I suspect she's thinking of getting violent with me again), but still. This frigging girl doesn't listen to anything anybody tells her. I keep frigging TELLING her, STOP walking around out in the open like that with headphones on. I read an article in high school that people wearing headphones are more likely to be robbed than people without headphones on, because people WITH headphones have just shown the thief that they have something nice worth stealing, whether it be an iPod, another MP3 player or one of those fancy touch screen phones that can do everything that all the kids these days have (like I know, I have my dinosaur basic cellphone and that's it). I keep fisking telling her that, but this girl thinks she's better than everybody else and never heeds anybody's warning. (She says her mp3 player is hidden "way down" in her purse. I'm sorry, but that was a dumb thing to say. Like a robber isn't going to snatch her whole purse up.)
I thank God that she's alright, but hopefully this will serve as an important lesson to her. To all of us, even.
My sister was coming out of the train station, at a station she doesn't normally get off at. It's not an unfamiliar station to any of us, since you can get off at either this earlier stop or a later stop and take the bus to get home, so either one works. It all depends on if you want a shorter bus ride/longer train ride or a longer bus ride/shorter train ride. But anyway, she got off at the earlier stop and came out of the station to hail a cab. Suddenly, a no good mother-humper disguised as a human male came up to her, punched her in the mouth/face, then ran off with her purse. She only had $22 in her purse, so for once, I am grateful for the fact that she doesn't EVER have any kind of real money ever. This is precisely the reason why I feel uncomfortable carrying more than $40 cash on me.
The above, however, is not the most disturbing part of the story. Oh no.
In the purse was $22, her learner's permit, I think another idea for school (though she's gone against everybody's wishes and took this semester off), and my, yes MY KEYS TO THE APARTMENT. No, she did not ask me. No, she did not have permission. I came home, put my keys down on the table as usual, and when she left to go to work, that's when she must have decided that today would be a good day to swipe my keys without frigging telling me. I absolutely hate it when she does this, I know it's frustrating to not have the key to the building's front door so you have to wait for me or our mother to buzz you in, but for heaven's sake, I cannot stand it when she takes my keys without permission, let alone without telling me.
I don't know about other states, but in New York, learner permits (and I'm assuming full driver's licenses as well) have printed on them your name, date of birth and your full home address on them. So because this lunatic guy assaulted her and made off with her purse, this guy has our full home address (on my sister's permit), and my keys to the building's front door, my keys to our mailbox, and my keys to our apartment's front door.
Fantastic.
So I'm staying home from work today, even though I live just 10 minutes away (you can even see the apartment building from the hospital). I woke up at around 2:30AM anyway, because I was attacked by cramps and it wasn't until my sister got home (banging on the door like a madwoman at that) that it stopped. And even then, I couldn't go back to sleep because of this. Plus, you know, dude kinda has our address and frigging keys now, if he's that insane/bold.
I place no blame on my sister, but hopefully this serves as a lesson. She acts all big and bad and has absolutely no second thoughts about wandering the streets at night. Thankfully she isn't hurt, but I'm praying this will teach her to stop shunning us and actually heed our warnings. No, you don't have to be terrified of going out at night like I am, but stop being to frigging lax about it. She keeps saying, "oh, it's fine because I'm a very attentive person." Not attentive enough to realize there was a bastard on the loose in your area, I see.
She got home because a kind soul of a taxi driver had it in him to give her a ride home for free. I mean this from the absolute bottom of my heart, God bless that man. Because as I was wondering how the heck she got home if the dude took off with her money, I assumed a conveniently passing bus came by and she got on, told them what happened, maybe even mention that her mother is seeing someone who works as a bus driver so they might know him, and the bus driver let her on. I had absolutely no faith that a taxi driver would be that kind. Thank you for proving me wrong, sir and God bless you. I think she gave the man her phone number, so if he comes back here, WE'VE GOT TO PAY HIM TWICE THE AMOUNT SHE OWES, IT'S ONLY RIGHT. I'd give that man $100 if I could. God bless him, I hope he wins the lottery for his benevolence.
I don't know why, but the big girl cat was meowing at me all night long. Maybe she realized something was amiss, even though the big girl doesn't like my sister (because my sister frigging bothers her).
So now I'm trying not to imagine these unsettling images of MFs with guns busting into our home while we wait for a locksmith to show up to change the locks. The reason why my sister took my keys in the first place was because she only has the key to the apartment front door, not the building's front door. You either have to have a key, be buzzed in, or be going in at the same time somebody is going out (or somebody with a key is coming in too). And she doesn't have the key to the building's front door because the management is full of lowlife pricks who charge $75 for ONE downstairs key. If we take that key to a locksmith to have it duplicated, it costs $10 to $12, NOT. FRIGGING. 75. BUCKS. Except, we can't get that key duplicated without a special card, which only the management has. And of course they're not going to give us the card so we can get a duplicate key for a lot cheaper and avoid coughing up $75 for each additional key. Frick this management, there are a couple of decent people here, but everyone else in charge is a prick. My mother's going to try to pull some strings with the security guard, but she doesn't think it will work and we'll wind up paying $75 for a new key (or maybe two).
I thank God from the bottom of my heart that this man was only a very deranged person. You know, instead of an extremely-out-of-his-fricken-mind deranged person. A very deranged person would punch young girls in the face and take off with their bags. An extremely-out-of-his-fricken-mind deranged person would punch young girls in the face, rape them, murder them, then take off with their bags.