Yeah, yeah, so I changed the title a bit. It fits my little story better this way.
Well, I had a good time on my little outing with the most beautiful woman of all time Monday. Bright, sunny afternoon led into a wonderful early evening dinner and conversation. Apparantly enjoyable on both sides, as we are going to go out again.
But not soon.
As i got back home, I noticed I felt a little too light headed to be explained away just by my happy giddiness. Plus, I was a bit too sore for it to have been just work aches. About 3:00 in the morning, I woke up both burning up and shivering. Yipper. I got the flu. Damn, hit like a ton of bricks. Surprised me how sudden it was. So, I had to tell her and hope she actually got the flu shot this year. She should be online soon to chat and then I’ll know.
::sigh::
Anyways, not terrible, just Eccl 9:11 having fun with me.
Well, there I was just a little bit ago, halfway dozing off in the easy chair I have set up as my computer chair when I
HEARD SOMEONE BEHIND ME!
:eek:
I live alone, 2nd floor, doors deadbolted. Yes, I have a back window open, but there’s no way to get in that one without an extension ladder. So, I figured it must have just been random air currents moving some papers or something…
Then, about thirty minutes later, I was slightly in a daze again, just about to drop off to sleep with my invisible alien ghost house guest to watch over me, when
::POUND POUND POUND:: on my door
:eek:
“Police! Open up!”
Totally flushed and flummuxed even, I check my peephole, yep, badges, uniforms, two guys. I open up and they say, “We’re responding to your call about a disturbance.”
“What call?”
“Does anyone else live at this address?”
“No.”
“We received a call complaing of a person being harrassed from this address. This is #### NW## isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I placed no call.”
“Has anyone else been in your residence that may have placed a call?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Well then, are you aware of there having been any disturbance perhaps in the courtyard?”
“No. I’ve been dozing off a bit. I caught the flu.”
They looked at each other and said “Thank you, then.” and started to walk off.
“Um,” I say to them, “Could you tell me what this is all about?”
“You know as much as we do right now, sir. Sorry to disturb you. Hope you get feeling better.”
I live in one of the quietest, most genteel, small, almost exclusive complexes around here. Sure, it’s possible that 911 got a line mixed up. Or, someone called the station without going thru 911 and gave an incorrect address. Or, maybe I missed somthing happening right outside my door.
Weird.
Add it all together, and it becomes obvious that I am currently the butt of some supernatural, transdiminsional practical jokes, ala Job by Heinlein.
:dubious: