Damn punkass hoodlums
So, I went home at lunch to walk to canine. As I was returning to my house a questionable individual started calling out stuff from the bad neighbors porch. I kept ignoring him and then he called out about wanting to sell me something, some kind of floor wipes or something. I said no thanks. He kept trying to ask me questions and I evaded them until the dog was done and then I went inside.
So, I don't live in the best neighborhood, coupled with my paranoia and tendency to worry too much, I began worrying about the other four guys that I noticed hanging about the block. And I started thinking that maybe they were scoping out houses to rob and they saw me leave and then I just couldn't stop imagining them breaking into my house and stealing everything and letting the cats out. Argh!
So, I got back to work and called the cops and said there were suspicious characters hanging about, they said they'd send someone out to check on it.
Am I stupid? Should I leave work to check on things?
I feel quite worried now.
17 comments:
You and Cas....I don't know what it is with you two. Why do you have to live in the city? I live in the burbs, and the most suspicious characters around here are the kids riding their skateboards. I leave my car unlocked, and my house unlocked when I'm here. Crime doesn't exist in my complex.
You may or may not be paranoid, but I think they're really out to get you.
That's probably true, but I can't do the burbs, didn't you ever see that movie with Tom Hanks?!
I prefer the "excitement" of the city. Besides, I knwo that the real serious criminals in my neighborhood go to the burbs to really score big, people out there don't expect it as much and they have more....
I just live in a transitional neighborhood at the moment. I think it can happen anywhere though.
Amber! I submitted your blog to blogshares. Hopefully I will be able to take over your blog like the rest of them. It's not yet available to trade because I just submitted it, but I still might be able to beat you to the punch.
Didn't you get the memo? The Bobs have decided that some changes are going to take place around here. Umkay. Thanks a bunch Amber.
yeah, right. We'll see, apparently you've not read your anarchist cook book for blogs.
If anyone will be taking over this blog it'll be me, someday. How the hell can you submit someone else's blog, anyway?
I smell a conspiracy. WTF? I'm a little lost on that one anyway, how can you own MY blog?
Hey Amber, what's happening? Listen, I'm going to need you to go ahead and move your desk again. Ya. Down to storage B. We've got some new people coming in, and we need to make some space. While you're at it why don't you grab a can of pesticide and a flashlight and see what you can do about the roach problem down there. Great. Thanks a bunch, Amber.
uh, do you remember how the building burned down at the end? Don't make me do it, and I'll take the red stapler too. I will.
Thats funny, when I lived on colfax and logan the drug dealers had the best customer service:
drug dealer: how you doen today sir, you need anyth'n?
me: no thanks, I don't have any money.
drug dealer: Okay then, you have a good day. you have an extra smoke?
me: sure
drug dealer: god loves you.
Its a lot better then my bank anyway. they should come down to colfax and deal drugs for a while and learn some good customer service.
Our neighborhood is being rejuvenated, slowly. It was chosen to host the Weed and Seed program. Which is all about calling the cops, for everything. My block isn't usually too bad, it's just by a main thorough fare and has a few rental properties which always are worse for that sort of thing.
Everything was fine when I got home, I'm sure I'm just paranoid. But still, it's worrisome, especially when I'm alone all week. I'm really glad I got a dog. They all seem to be irrationally afraid of dogs in general "aah! a dog, watch out for the dog" constantly. It may help that my dog seems to be racist...
that's so funny! not that i'm trying to make any race jokes, but Hispanic people (at least all the ones i've worked with in the landscaping biz) HATE dogs! it was always so funny to watch them interact with the rich white homeowners giant princess dogs. They didn't know WHAT to do - and they were cursing about that 'pinche perro' the whole time!
p.s.
so what did you name her?
Anya,
Tom says all dogs are like that. That it's a smell thing. I don't know if I believe that, but I can see how dogs would hate most hispanics. Have you ever seen that movie Amores Perros? It has a lot of dog fighting in it. Good movie. But I figure when people are afraid of something it's their own internal thing, not the inherent evilness of the object. If you raise dogs to be evil mean beasts that attack everything that moves, then you're going to be scared of dogs.
Same goes for male humans. Except they can't go around sniffing crotches.
no, but dammit, i bet they would if society allowed it!
just look at all the guys who like to smell women's panties!
and i see your point. you WOULD be afraid of dogs if you taught them to eat your hand.
good thought.
p.s.
you seem to average 13 comments!
Damn you! You messed up my average!@!
Wow, i've stumbled on a bigoted post. All blacks/hispanics hate dogs? All gays are good neighbors? Sheesh.
Yeah! And all guys like to sniff crotches.
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