07 June 2009
Earlier today I sent out a quick twitter announcing that I awoke to a stranger in my apartment. Nothing bad happened, but it was freaky nonetheless.
Yesterday was incredibly busy. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, drove one hundred miles to my parents, packed and loaded my mom's ford escape, went with my dad and brother to my storage and loaded up as much as we could fit into my brother's truck and drove a hundred miles back toward my apartment. We unloaded the boxes, set up my bed, then I drove one hundred miles back to my parent's house, switched vehicles, drove to my brother's, then he and I drove about fifty miles to Fort de Chartres to visit family that was camped there. After about two hours, we drove fifty miles back to my brother's and then I drove a hundred miles toward my apartment. Along the way I stopped to pick up a few items so I could clean my tub and then take a shower.
After five hundred miles of driving, the next thing I knew it was four in the morning. I passed out, totally exhausted, and suddenly it's the next day and some dude is opening my bedroom door and I hear him holler, "OH SHIT" and then he disappeared.
I laid there for about three minutes trying to wrap my mind around the situation. I assumed it was one of the guys who owns my apartment building, but damn, I never even heard my apartment door open. So I crawl out of bed, totally dazed, completely tired and utterly surprised.
I then get dressed because, well, I was sleeping naked. I go out the front door of the building and there are two dudes standing next to a truck and the one guy immediately says, "Oh my god, girl, I am SO sorry! We were sent by Kelly, she lived in the apartment before you, to pick up an entertainment center and a bed. When I walked in I thought there was quite a bit of stuff still in the apartment. I didn't see the entertainment center and the front bedroom was empty, so I headed into your room to get the bed."
All I could say was, "I'm glad I was home because I would've been pissed if I came home and my bed was gone."
He replied, "Yeah, because I would've taken it. And it's a good thing you were covered up, huh."
Yeah, it's a good thing.
That stranger didn't feel comfortable handing over the keys because they technically weren't his, so he still has the keys to enter my building and my apartment. I called my landlord and he has neither returned my call nor changed the locks.
Talk about a rude awakening. Scary.
Listening to: Neil Young - Southern Man