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This weekend's excitement
Dec. 4th, 2006 09:58 am(My apartment mate is sitting at the kitchen table as I walk in the door, on Saunday evening; she's just ending a cell phone call.)
HER (on phone) Okay... keep me posted. (She hangs up, and turns to me.) Yo, that was that chick who lives in the building next door? She says she thinks there's a body in the apartment above hers.
ME ...
As it turns out, there had been a party upstairs from this person (whom I've met; lovely girl, but an utter flake); her upstairs neighbor had thrown the party, and she hadn't heard from him since. There was a mysterious red stain beginning to spread across her ceiling, and a bad smell; when she knocked on his door, no one answered. My apartment mate went over the possible scenarios they'd discussed so far: perhaps he was in a coma, with a bleeding head wound? A drug deal gone wrong? Should they break into the apartment and see? Finally, at my urging, they contacted the building super. Final score: a water pipe had burst, causing a red, rusty stain; her apartment mate was alive and well, having gone home for the weekend; I'm left at 9:30 on a Sunday evening, staring at my keyboard and thinking about the latest deleted version of, "Dear LJ- guess what happened to me today...?"
HER (on phone) Okay... keep me posted. (She hangs up, and turns to me.) Yo, that was that chick who lives in the building next door? She says she thinks there's a body in the apartment above hers.
ME ...
As it turns out, there had been a party upstairs from this person (whom I've met; lovely girl, but an utter flake); her upstairs neighbor had thrown the party, and she hadn't heard from him since. There was a mysterious red stain beginning to spread across her ceiling, and a bad smell; when she knocked on his door, no one answered. My apartment mate went over the possible scenarios they'd discussed so far: perhaps he was in a coma, with a bleeding head wound? A drug deal gone wrong? Should they break into the apartment and see? Finally, at my urging, they contacted the building super. Final score: a water pipe had burst, causing a red, rusty stain; her apartment mate was alive and well, having gone home for the weekend; I'm left at 9:30 on a Sunday evening, staring at my keyboard and thinking about the latest deleted version of, "Dear LJ- guess what happened to me today...?"
