Oh, good lord.
So….the office lady called the contractor-boss. Who showed up at my door. And asked me to come and point at the guy who walked in.
Um, no. I have done scary-violent guys in my past. No lather-rinse-repeat, plz.
Well, OK. Can you describe him?
Sure, older guy, mutton chops, wearing a bandanna or hat, carrying what looked like venetian blinds, shorts, maybe a muscle shirt. He walked in and turned right around so, I didn’t get a great look at him.
Mexican, right?
Um, no. I would have said so if I thought he was Mexican.
Alright. I’ll talk with my guys and determine who it was.
Thanks. Oh, please keep me informed on who it was, what you find out? This was a pretty scary incident for me. It could’ve been innocent but he could also have been casing the place.
Righty-o!
Fifteen minutes pass….
Door knock.
There is older guy with mutton chops on my door step. With boss-contractor standing below on the stairs.
Hello?
Um, yeah. I’m very sorry that I came into the house.
….
And it will never happen again.
…
Well,….bye!
They leave.
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^ me, feeling like I’ve been backed into a corner now.
The Process 
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Perhaps an honest mistake, and perhaps a well-intended effort to mend fences, but *still*…
It just had that whole “Gosh ma’am, Timmy didn’t mean to scare you by threatening to throw you down the stairs. That’s just his way of warming up to folks” sort of surreality. You know?
I hate that kind of surreality. I prefer my surreality to be a lot closer to benign.
How all very odd…
Its been a surreal/maddening couple of days.
Perhaps the contractor could’ve also given the mutton-chop guy your work schedule, sleeping patterns and a list of your fears. Y’know, just to make the circle complete.
neuroses + vivid imagination + disaster consciousness = bad, bad thing
That’s more or less how I feel.
OTOH, do I call the cops have him questioned – and nothing comes of it because his boss backs him up as “it was just an accident, poor crazy lady” – which therefore pushes this guy over the edge…making him go on a tri-state killing spree with me as its first horrific victim?
pant,pant,pant
ugh.
That was more or less my take on it.
Man. Whuh thuh fuh.
The world is full of stupid. And their King showed up yesterday with his lackey in tow.
And this is probably a part of why apartment complexes should be laid out in a sensible manner, as opposed to tossing buildings willy-nilly such as in your complex. I get lost every time I enter that parking lot.
Perhaps he just wanted to see what a Dr. Pepper ass looked like…
Apartment weirdness – maybe.
Other comments – :p
ZOMG, wtf?!
I have had the ickiest of the past couple of days. Fine now but I was a stress monkey until yesterday evening.
Seriously, there are like, legal courses of action you could take against the apts, and against the contractor for then bringing the employee to you. ZOMG. that would just make me crazy. how is yer man internally handling the story?
I think that at some point today we are going to the office and have a chat with them. He is happy that I am calm but pretty ticked that it happened at all.
Wow. Holy crap @_@