Don't Hold Doors For Strangers
Yesterday I had so much to get done I let mintJelly slide for a day. I put in an application with a decent company in ny and hopefully they’ll want to talk to me. I have a feeling they will (since they were asking for my resume) and it would be a cool challenge. I find that more and more I have the mentality that I *am* moving. Which is probably a good thing in light of last night’s foolish act.
Last night I did something really really REALLY stupid. I am the worst tentant in the world! I was fully paranoid after the fact. Dear God. I was leaving my building about 10:30 to get some Gatorade with Otto and on my way out… despite the big sign about NOT letting people you don’t specifically know IN, and despite them including in a memo recently “the building is only as safe as the last person to go through the door” we let two people in.
I thought I recognized them. I did! I really do recognize most of the people in my building, it’s not that big. So on our way out I looked at this man and woman, I knew them, sure. They were about a foot and a half apart. The woman held a small pizza box. Then as I was looking at the man, searching his face, he looked me in the eye with a weird intensity/aggression/interest. My bells went off. I looked down as he passed.
He had drops of blood on his crotch.
Blood right where his party piece would touch. Seemed like he didn’t want me to notice (ya think?!) They entered the building. We walked down the stairs. “Um, Otto, I thought I knew them but now I’m not sure.”
My mind was going so fast on its own tangents I forget what Otto’s reply was.
“That man had BLOOD on his crotch, on the front of his pants! Like dripped on. Or maybe coming from the inside! Oh my god I just let a psycho killer into my building! what if he abducted that woman, what if she fought him and that’s why he’s bleeding. Dammit!”
Um, PARAnoid. paraNOID. Oh my But see, I have a sense for these people. I’ve been stalked twice, assaulted, I KNOW the look, I trust my gut and it saves my ass all the time now. I am so hoping I was wrong.
The worst was there were cops just everywhere last night. Some high security event and they were crawling all over the area, in cars, in flack jackets, pulling people over and checking them out.
And I wanted to go up and say, “Hi Officer, I just did a dumb thing. I thought I knew people and doubt it now, but um. A man had blood on his crotch. And, are you writing this down?... I feel it’s important to note that the blood may have come from *inside* the pants.”
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