7 July 2009
7 July 2009
The Lady-Downstairs has returned. Although this time she took to ringing door bells. My guess is that this was in emulation of my previous midnight ringing a few weeks back. I finally got up and answered it, although without opening the door. The conversation went something like this:
Me: “Who is it?” (…like I actually needed to ask. I probably should have said, ‘Go back to bed Fawn, no one wants to hear you complain.’ Heh, I’ll have to remember that one for next time.)
Fawn: “It’s Fawn, Andrew.” (Note, I debated putting her real name here. However, I figure if she’s going to ring my doorbell at 3am…)
Me: “What do you want Fawn.”
Fawn: “I’m trying to go to bed and your making noise.”
Me: “No I’m not.”
Me: “I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”
Fawn: “I’ll call the police.”
Me: “Go for it.”
She never did call the police.
I received a letter in the mail the other day from the Jefferson County Mediation Board. The Lady-Downstairs doesn’t want to meet anymore. No word on why not. I’m guessing it has to do with: not wanting to sign the legal form (although I can’t imagine why), me calling the police (can’t take a dose of her own medicine?), or thinks she can handle the last three months without any issue (yea right).
We’ll see how this goes.
Not the band, but me actually calling them.
The officer almost wrote her a ticket, but instead agreed to come back on Tuesday at 3 to work things out…maybe write a ticket? He noted that the whole thing is ridiculous…which I completely agree with.
Apparently, I might have been printing (I wasn’t…I can assure you of that), because that’s what it sounded like…according to the lady downstairs.
Know what sucks…I have to get up in 2.5 hours and I can’t really take the day off because I’ll get too far behind. I also have a fucking exam tomorrow (Tuesday) that I still have to study for. And a pre lab due tomorrow.
I need to find my