Wits End

Most people know I live at Wits End. Literally & sometimes figuratively. Most of the time it's relatively quiet. Sometimes, notsomuch. Last Thursday was one of those times.

It was rainy & cool. I was home with Hailey & the boy watching TV when my doorbell rang. That's weird, I wasn't expecting anyone. So I went down to look through my peephole. Great, it was the Conspiracy Theorist. WTF?? Now, just to note, there are 6 apartments in each building. Every 2 apartments share a main door so there are 6 doors which need keys to get in. None of the doors are keyed the same & for the 2nd time living here I am thankful for that.

My fearless Hailey who normally runs down the stairs with me, is watching from the top. Good girl, way to protect your human. So I open my door & crack the outer door. The Conspiracy Theorist asks to use my phone, he invited a "friend" over but doesn't like him anymore & wants to call the police to have him removed. I told him to tell me his name & I would call the police for him. I shut the doors, lock myself back in & come up to call the police. I don't dial 911, I call the main dispatch number. This is how the conversation went:

Police: Hardyston Dispatch, what's the nature of your call?
Me: Hi, My name is Elizabeth, I live in Carlton Village, in the Stockholm building. My neighbor has a friend over but wants him to leave & he won't. He wanted to use my phone to call you but I'm not comfortable with him or him coming into my apartment so I'm calling for him.
Police: What's your neighbor's name?
Me: John ********
Police: Yeah, I can understand you not being comfortable, we will send someone over.
Me: Thank you, my apartment is 5N if the office needs to speak with me.
Police: Thanks for calling.

Now, the police arrived rather quick for a non 911 call. In the 5 minutes it took for the to get there, the Conspiracy Theorist rang my doorbell again. I told him that I called & they were on their way. Mind you, if there was an emergency, no question, I would call. But the Conspiracy Theorist needs to get better friends or his own phone to handle that crap.

I happened to walk Hailey, like 2 hours later, in the rain & the police were still here, 2 cop cars. I saw the "friend". He looked dirty & ragged & had a push cart filled with stuff & a pile on the ground. I can only imagine how much beer he offered the Conspiracy Theorist for a place to stay & it wasn't enough so they got into a fight. All of us in the building know the Conspiracy Theorist either stays up all night drinking or starts very early in the morning or just never sobers up. In any event, he always reeks of beer.

If you want to come visit sometime, I can pretty much guarantee you will see something!!!

Elizabeth