So, my Sunday morning:
Some background info:
- In the almost two years I have lived in my small apartment building, I have had no fewer than four neighbors in the apartment below me. The newest tenants are a very young couple who moved in several weeks ago. (I should point out that it's a studio -- teeny-tiny for two people.)
- My walls & floor are really thin. There are no secrets in this building.
- Said young couple below me rarely use their inside voices, despite the fact that their entire apartment is about the size of my living room.
- I had a loud, violent-sounding domestic dispute happen next door one night last year, did not call the police & felt terrible about it for weeks. (They have since moved out. My building is totally a revolving door.)
Having said that...
I rolled out of bed at about 10:45 a.m. (totally not a morning person on weekends) & was preparing to make a late breakfast when I heard some yelling & banging around downstairs. More slamming around, then the guy angrily yelling some of George Carlin's seven words you can never say on television. THEN the girl crying really loudly.
So what did I do, standing in my kitchen in my PJs, with my cellphone in hand? I called 911.
And then I panicked, threw on a jacket, grabbed my purse & ran out the door, in case the guy wanted to give me hell after the police left. (These people are really jerks.)
Turns out the police in this town have nothing to do on Sunday mornings. It was maybe three minutes from me hanging up with 911 to me walking out the door, and the police were already standing on the guy's step when I opened my door. I heard them say the neighbors had reported some loud, angry noise, and I have to say I quickened my step (although I'm not the only neighbor & they keep their windows open on nice days). After the guy closed the door, I waved the cops over, told them I had made the call & said I was a little concerned the couple might make my life difficult. They kind of shrugged & said the guy had said it was just a minor argument over "stupid stuff." (Isn't it always "stupid stuff"? Also, I'm sure I looked BSC myself, with teeth unbrushed, wearing a green jacket, purple sweatpants & orange flip-flops at 11 a.m.)
I drove around for a couple hours, then went home & parked my car around the corner from the building. The couple wasn't home, but got home a couple hours ago. They have not been using their inside voices, but he hasn't been cursing at her, either.
My lease is up in a month & I'm looking to relocate anyway, or I'd be out of here in two shakes. Riddikulus.
"Sell crazy someplace else. We're all stocked up here."