Well, I had a day.
I had a doctor's appointment at 4:00, and given the parking situation around her office, I arranged to arrive half an hour early. Then, just because I was there early, I was able to find a spot immediately. Things were looking up. I parked my car, took my phone out of my holder, pulled the key out of the ignition...
And my phone rang.
It was Cathy, and she was sobbing.
It turns out the one tenant we had down there at 92nd and Flavel who wasn't a complete toolbag, a woman named Kim, was found dead just minutes before. Been dead since Monday, according to the paramedics.
Naturally, everyone including the 911 operator recommended I get down there, so I called Dr. V and told her assistant what was going on. She understood perfectly, and rescheduled my physical and Shingrix injection for October 1st. (Great. I needed this appointment today, especially with the salmonella.)
I drove to the duplex, and parked my car next to Dave's trailer. The police hadn't arrived yet, so I had to pretend I didn't hate Dave and Cathy for about an hour. During that time, I heard over and over and over how Kim wanted Cathy to have her dog and her parrot, but Tyler was enraged and yelling that the dog was his. 🙄 I was also made aware that Andrew and his girlfriend Jessica were standing looking over the fence, waiting for "their turn" to go through the apartment and claim stuff.
The police arrived around 5:30. (It's worth noting at this point that I didn't have my dinner insulin with me, because I wasn't planning on being there that long.) They talked to Cathy, as well as Kim's aunt who had come the moment she heard. They talked briefly to me, but apart from "I'm the property owner," I didn't have a lot to say. Then they went in the apartment, and it was back to waiting around to see what happened.
Around 6:30, I lost my patience, and walked over to the police car, and found the two officers who had gone into the apartment sitting there, doing some waiting of their own. Found out they were waiting for the medical transport. I talked to them about my concerns regarding Tyler and Andrew being able to simply break into the apartment, and was told that they have a special unit that just boards up buildings. He asked if I wanted the police to call them in, and I said yes.
Around that time, it seemed like they weren't going to be needing anything else from me, so I asked if I could go home.
Had my dinner at 7:30 after another round of salmonella-induced torture.
And my phone rang.
It was Cathy, and she was sobbing.
It turns out the one tenant we had down there at 92nd and Flavel who wasn't a complete toolbag, a woman named Kim, was found dead just minutes before. Been dead since Monday, according to the paramedics.
Naturally, everyone including the 911 operator recommended I get down there, so I called Dr. V and told her assistant what was going on. She understood perfectly, and rescheduled my physical and Shingrix injection for October 1st. (Great. I needed this appointment today, especially with the salmonella.)
I drove to the duplex, and parked my car next to Dave's trailer. The police hadn't arrived yet, so I had to pretend I didn't hate Dave and Cathy for about an hour. During that time, I heard over and over and over how Kim wanted Cathy to have her dog and her parrot, but Tyler was enraged and yelling that the dog was his. 🙄 I was also made aware that Andrew and his girlfriend Jessica were standing looking over the fence, waiting for "their turn" to go through the apartment and claim stuff.
The police arrived around 5:30. (It's worth noting at this point that I didn't have my dinner insulin with me, because I wasn't planning on being there that long.) They talked to Cathy, as well as Kim's aunt who had come the moment she heard. They talked briefly to me, but apart from "I'm the property owner," I didn't have a lot to say. Then they went in the apartment, and it was back to waiting around to see what happened.
Around 6:30, I lost my patience, and walked over to the police car, and found the two officers who had gone into the apartment sitting there, doing some waiting of their own. Found out they were waiting for the medical transport. I talked to them about my concerns regarding Tyler and Andrew being able to simply break into the apartment, and was told that they have a special unit that just boards up buildings. He asked if I wanted the police to call them in, and I said yes.
Around that time, it seemed like they weren't going to be needing anything else from me, so I asked if I could go home.
Had my dinner at 7:30 after another round of salmonella-induced torture.
46-50, M
