Last night I got home from work and found my neighbor, Yesenia, in front of the apartment building.
Yesenia lost her key a while ago, and hasn’t gotten it replaced yet – so she’s always in front of the building waiting to be let in.
On this night Yesenia looked a bit flustered and motioned me over as I approached the building. I assume she was drunk so I smile politely and walk past her and up the stairs to the front door of the building.
Yesenia stumbles behind me and says, gasping:
Yesenia: “You know me right? You know1 that I live here right?”
Me: “Yes.”
Yesenia: “Okay. I just need to be let in…”
I walk in and she follows me into the building. She looks really discombobulated so I ask her if she’s okay.
Yesenia (gasping): “Yeah, I got the as – sim-muhh.”
And here I am feeling like the biggest jerk in the world for assuming that a woman having an asthma attack was drunk.
I walk up the stairs but Yesenia couldn’t make it past the second landing.
Me: “Do you want me to go to your apartment and get some help from your boyfriend?”
Yesenia (gasping): “NO! No, I’m fine right here…I’m (gasp) fine.”
Me: “Are you sure?”
Yesenia: “Very.”
I go into my apartment and decide that I should go and get her help anyway. So I walk down the hallway and realize that I don’t actually know WHICH apartment Yesenia lives in.
Yesenia comes up the stairs as I’m standing in front of her apartment and shoots me the worst gasping-glare ever.
Yeah, Oops.
So later that night, around 3am, I hear whistling outside of my bedroom window. I then hear a female voice that sort of sounds like Yesenia…
Woman: “WAKE UP NIGGA! I KNOW YOU AINT ASLEEP NIGGA!”
Who was this? Yesenia’s revenge? Or was that downstairs neighbor’s unsightly female friend who keeps throwing rocks at his window?
I sit up in bed to look out of my window when I hear something SLAM into the wall near my window. I spend the next hour or so keeping the dog’s face away from the window2 and praying that no one was shooting.
Update: So the angry banshee outside of my window last night was probably not Yesenia because she just buzzed my apartment and I let her and three children in. I also carried the baby stroller up the stairs…hm.
1 Particularly odd question since we’ve run into each other at the laundry room before.
2 I had to do this because whomever kept whistling…
That sounds pretty random and scary. Poor Harley. One of my dogs would have been so freaked out over the noise.
Cripes, that’s insane. I’m glad no windows were broken.
Also, your 1L fall and spring blog outlines were super helpful! Haha I definitely just caught up on your 1L experience. I love it! It makes me think that law school won’t be that bad. Or maybe only a little bad.
Law school is hilarity.