police arriving at your apartment at 6 a.m. so not fun
Yo, if I could schedule them to arrive on Mondays or Tuesdays and so be sure I’d not overslept for work… but no, they came today. Just before 6, the buzzer to my apartment went off not once, or twice, or three times. At first, I thought it was some really inconsiderate person buzzing for someone else (because out admittance system is off, I get buzzed when folks are buzzing for three other apartments in the building). But then it buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. So, still thinking it was for a neighbour, I got up and intended to give whoever it was a piece of my mind as I stumbled downstairs to the entry door.
But no. They wanted my apartment and the people wanting my apartment were a pair of policemen. Actually, a policeman and a policewoman. “Tamara?” they didn’t ask so much as demand. No, no I’m not, who do you want and what apartment? (As far as I know, we don’t have a Tamara in the building). “Apartment X, Tamara somethingorother.” Well, I am apartment X but there is no Tamara here of any description. Who lives in your apartment? Only me and way too many cats for any sane person to co-habitat with. Did I know Tamara? No. How long had I lived here? I told them. Oh well, sorry to bother you.
Dude, there is no excuse. I had student meetings until midnight last night and almost no sleep since my blissful 6 hours on Saturday night. I was so planning to sleep until 9 this morning and now I am UP. Do you have any idea what you’ve done to my functioning for today? It ain’t good. But, at least I’m not Tamara whateverhername is because whatever they want her for, it doesn’t look good.