Scattered 100’s

That’s something you don’t want to hear first thing in the morning from the weathergirl. “Scattered rain” maybe … “Scattered 100˚ weather”, absolutely not.

I feel sorry for my race buddies participating in tomorrow’s Platoon Run, there’s also a Tin Man 5K in the area. The Tin Man probably has medics standing by. Those involved in the Platoon Run, being as how it’s a smaller group, participants are on their own.

Needless to say, I’ll limit myself to indoor bike riding with the A/C blasting.

Pokémon Go is running a Fire and Ice Event, releasing more fire and ice Pokémon types into the wild and assigning extra points for various actions but, inasmuch as a student at the University has tested active for tuberculosis, it won’t just be the heat driving me to hunt only in and around the complex.

In fact, since I’m soon to be stuck in a room at the creepy old courthouse, being subjected to voir dire along with a room full of others whose status I don’t know, I’m wondering if I should get vaccinated.

I once again snuck out early at yesterday’s Residents/Management meeting, and for the same reason I snuck out early last time … the old people droning on and on and on repeating themselves, bringing up things that don’t matter, like someone removing their clothes from the washer/dryer.

The removal is because the cycle has completed and the clothes are just sitting, holding up use by the next individual.

“So don’t leave your clothes in the laundry room, stay with them” they’ve been told over a million times, but they don’t want to do that. They’d rather complain.

Inasmuch as I’d had a kid come to the door selling candy, I asked, “When is the walk-in gate going to be fixed?”

Maintenance said the part they’d been sent was the wrong one. The correct one had just arrived and the gate is to be repaired today, though I’ve yet to see that happen.

One resident said she too had the kid come to her door selling candy. Another had a man approach asking for gas money, saying his car broke down at the market.

If his car broke down at the market, why then did he walk a quarter of a mile to ask for money here?

Nope.

Like the kid selling candy, he probably noticed he could just walk into the complex and was casing the joint for what he could come in later to do.

Apache, who has a problem sleeping and consequently is out walking 2:00/3:00 in the morning, saw a naked woman taking a shower at the pool facility.

Even though access to the complex is compromised because of the missing knob on the gate, the pool area is gated. So how she got inside is a mystery ... maybe found a way to climb over. At any rate, I’m going to tease Apache unmercilessly about how long did he watch before making his presence known.

When I asked how the walk-in gate got damaged in the first place, one of the maintenance guys said a resident’s power chair went out-of-control and banged into the handle so forcibly that it bent and popped out.

That’s too bizarre not to be true.

One thing interesting that was discussed was the “harassment” clause in the lease. That “harassment” will not be tolerated.

Inasmuch as there’s all this stuff going on about neighbor President of the Resident Activity Committee, though nothing to the level of “harassment”, I didn’t know what was meant.

I wasn’t the only one.

A couple of residents said they are well aware not everyone here likes everyone else, but don’t consider it harassment not to like someone and asked for specific examples that would be considered a lease violation.

The Community Manager seemed reluctant to get specific. It was like pulling teeth to get her to say she meant “harassment” in a male/female situation.

A resident then said that too is subject to interpretation. That when a male tells her she looks good, she sees it as a compliment, but that another might see it as harassment.

This is true because, when I read Bill O’Reilly was deemed a harasser for calling a Black woman “Hot Chocolate”, I couldn't understand why she didn't take it as a compliment ... I certainly would.

At any rate, after much hemming and hawing, the Community Manager finally said she’d received a complaint that a male resident touched a female resident inappropriately … “He grabbed her butt”.

Ohhhhhhh!

Never a dull moment around here.