So, a couple nights ago I was sitting around thinking great thoughts, or maybe I was cutting my fingernails, I can’t remember which. It was about 11:00 PM, and I heard a pretty damn loud argument going on down the hall. I hear shouting every in my neighborhood every now and then, but I don’t pay much mind.
It went on a little longer this time, and for a second I thought I heard thumps and stuff, like there was a fight going on on my floor. This scared the dickens out of me, mainly because one of the voices was female and I didn’t want to sit by and let domestic violence happen, but I also didn’t want to call the cops in and end up being wrong. “Sorry officer, it turns out they were just moving the couch and then one of them tripped over the cat and shouted and I hope I didn’t keep you from stopping any actual crimes.”
Anyway, the noise died down and the voices became pretty calm. By now I’m listening with my ear to the door, waiting for some real sign that somebody was or wasn’t getting physically hurt. Then, I hear a door shut, and some knocking. It turns out he had locked her out. I heard the female voice yell, “Open the stupid door! Let me in!”
Well that made me feel better, since I figured at least she wasn’t getting murdered. But after a few more minutes of her shouting I got concerned again. “Just let me get my shoes and stuff!” That did it. I opened the door and saw a young woman, between 18 and 22 years of age, barefoot and crying. She covered her face in shame. I asked her if she wanted to call a cab. “I don’t have any money.” I told her I’d lend her the money to get home. “I am home.”
So she lives with this jerk. I was about to offer some shoes, which would never have stayed on her feet (think Minnie Mouse). I asked if she could call some friends. “I called some people but nobody’s home, and my address book’s inside.” So Mr. Jerk wasn’t really trying to get her to go away. He just wanted to lock her out in the hallway, barefoot with no money, being perfectly happy to leave her stranded.
Anyway, I was glad to see she was not visibly injured. After an hour or so I saw her and a man (presumably Mr. Jerk) walk by my window and get into a car. So I guess he at least had it in him to kick her out properly by giving her a lift. I hope she never speaks to him again. I am still not sure if intervened too much, or too little, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.