Holding Pattern

The excessive heat warning we've been under is serving to keep everyone indoors, giving folks time to think, calm down. So, we’re currently in a holding pattern as we wait to see if there’s to be any fallout from Sunday’s incident. Fallout either for Wheelchair Lady yelling at Head Maintenance Guy and taking photos or HMG for yelling at Wheelchair Lady.

As for me, I’m just wishing my life away ─ anxious for the weekdays to go by as I look forward to the weekends and anxious for the months to go by as I look forward to October ─ my favorite time of year because it’s Halloween month.

Coming back from Monday’s workout, with a stop by the market after, I spotted two young brothers jump into a sporty black car that pulled into the complex driveway from out of nowhere and quickly speed off with the brothers inside.

I knew something was wrong with what I’d just seen, but didn't grasp who what why and, of course, my hands were full of bags ─ workout bag and grocery bags, so I couldn't take a photo, get the license plate of the sporty car.

Spotting a resident on the walkway, intently looking in the same direction as I at what had just happened, I said something about the sporty car speeding whereupon he said he’d caught the brothers ducking down between residents’ cars ─ trying not to be seen. He assumed to pick out which ones to drive off with.

He said they’d been here before, were chased off and that he’d been trying to call the office, alert staff the culprits were back but everyone in the office had gone to lunch.

I’m wondering if one of the two was that same young man I’d mentioned in an earlier post. The one Casino Lady observed jumping the wall one day.

Casino Lady and her sister chased him off, but he returned at 5:00 one morning, broke into one of the cars, causing the alarm to go off.

Hearing the alarm, she gotten out of bed, run to the window, yelled to him that she’s calling the police, whereupon he ran and jumped back over the wall, out of the complex.

Feels like we’re being targeted because, all of a sudden, young brothers are crawling all over us.

There was a knock on the door this past Sunday and I did a dumb thing.

I assumed.

Assuming it was Next Door Neighbor, instead of walking into the kitchen, checking through the kitchen window as to who was at the door, I instead opened the door.

It was a seedy looking brother purportedly there to sell me something or other.

Seeing him, I couldn't get the door shut quick enough as I said, "No thanks".

Later that night, thinking the worse ─ that he was canvassing the place, deciding on whom to victimize, just in case he was a rapist and me not unattractive, I slept with my Michonne katana next to the bed.

He did come back, but fortunately not for me.

That same day as those brothers were here, as I was returning from dropping off next month’s rent check to the office in the afternoon, I saw Assistant Maintenance Guy ushering that same seedy looking brother off the premises.

He had a sketchy looking woman with him.

AMG said they were soliciting, and he'd escorted them off because there is no soliciting allowed on the premise.

I told AMG he’d been here the day before and I think he’s casing the joint and brought a woman with him this time because he thought we’d think she made him look safe. That one of us would now open the door and let them in.

The woman didn’t make him look safer, because she looked even more dangerous than he.

So that’s all we need ─ to be sandwiched in between a non-caring management structure and targeted by criminals because it’s so easy for them to parkour over the wall, we have no security and present as easy marks.