Last night about five o'clock, I'm in the kitchen prepping dinner for Nolan and me. My cell phone rings and I look at the caller ID -- it says "Woodside Gate" which, not surprisingly, means somebody just dialed me on the keypad outside my condo. When this happens, 99% of the time I don't bother to say hello, I just answer and punch in the code that opens the gate.
Nolan wasn't supposed to arrive until 7:00 but my friend Becca said she'd stop by and give me some flyers for me to post in my complex in hopes of finding her missing cat, so I assumed it was her.
So I entered the code to open the gate, and thought that was it.
Wrong. About a minute later, my phone rings again. Woodside Gate. Weird, but I figure maybe Becca didn't make it through the open gate the first time and still needed to get in.
So I entered the code to open the gate, and again thought that was it.
Wrong. Another minute later, my phone rings a third time. Woodside Gate. At this point, I'm thinking someone doesn't just want me to open the gate, they actually want to talk. So I pick up the phone and answer it.
It's a really crackly connection so I can't hear everything the other party is saying. It goes something like this: "....(unintelligible) ... is this Miss Marsh ... ?"
Me: "Yes, this is Susan Marsh."
Her: " ...(unintelligible) ... do you have a problem with smoke in your fireplace?"
Me: Pause.
Me: "Wait, who is this again?"
Her: Hangs up.
You heard it here first, folks. Crazy upstairs neighbor crank called me from the gate outside our complex. To quote the ever-quotable Sheldon Cooper, bitches be crazy.
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