|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2012-02-29 22:08:00
So I usually go over to my parents' house for dinner on Wednesday nights, but I'm still coughing and kinda bleh so I elected to skip it tonight. Turns out that was a bad idea.
Picture this: it's dark. It's raining. I'm coming home from a boring shift at work. I pull into the driveway and someone pulls in behind me; all I can see are headlights. Thinking it's one of my housemates, I pull in further, but they don't move. I get out of the car and - though it's hard to hear over the other car's engine and the rain - I think I hear a voice, so I look over and there's someone's head sticking out of the car. This is the part where all you horror movie aficionados are screaming DON'T GO IN THERE YOU FOOL: I approach the van.
At this point I'm thinking, someone needs to ask for directions, but lo and behold, it's Ex-Housemate, who was kicked out several months ago for issues pertaining to Not Paying Rent! He wants to know if Landlady has said anything about a security deposit he believes he is owed, accuses her of calling the cops just for knocking on her door, implies she is a Crazy Bitch, etc. I tell him that I don't know anything about it and that I can't help him. He repeats his rant, as if that will make me suddenly remember I have his security deposit in my back pocket. "I can't help you," I repeat. "Just watch out for her," he says, "because," repeat. "I'll be careful," I say, and Walk The Hell Away because Oh My God Augh.
I was kind of praying Landlady wasn't home or wasn't paying attention, but the second I get in the door she says, "I am so sorry." And then she informs me that yes, she called the cops because he knocked on her door... for thirty minutes. After several days of harrassing phone calls. And apparently he was lying in wait for me to get home so he could grill me about this.
I just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH.
The cops have a statement now, so hopefully that will be enough. And I'm keeping that door locked and bolted from now on. I just have to wonder if he would've still been there to ambush me if I'd come home at ten-ish like I usually do on Wednesdays.