Last night, while the fiance and I were saying bye to a friend who’d stopped by for a couple bevvys, we heard a REALLY loud banging on the back door to our apartment building. We chose to ignore it for a bit…but it continued. Our friend went on his way, and the fiance and I went to check it out. Some random drunk man in the back parking lot of our building decides he wants in – and the best way of doing this is apparently by kicking and pounding on the door. (Which may have worked, if the door opened inwardly. Which it doesn’t.) I go back inside, grab my cell phone, and call 911. The girl across the hall comes out – she’s on her cell talking to a girl living upstairs who then also comes down, who had her bike stolen from the basement in the past week (not good). The guy stops for a bit and sits down next to the door while the fiance is feeding me his description for the cops. Then he gets up and starts kicking the door again, causing us girls to scream bloody murder and hide. OF COURSE, the dude gets up and leaves before the cops get there. I’m so sure. I had a hard time falling asleep – I was scared he was going to come back! (I was also scared for the welfare of our new car as well! Priorities.)
The weirdest thing of the situation was that when I called 911 (which I think I’ve only done like, 1 or 2 times in my life), the young woman who answered said the following:
“911 Emergency, do you have an emergency or can you hold?”
Hmmm. Okay – why else would I be calling 911 if I didn’t have an emergency? It made me pause for a second. My response?
“Uh…yeah. I mean, kind of. There’s some crazy drunk guy trying to kick in the back door of my apartment building. Is that an emergency?”
Regardless – she took the info anyway. Who knows if they ever caught the guy.
