In the 16 months I’ve been living in Covington, Kentucky, I’ve never encountered anybody like this. Most people I’ve met here are pretty down to earth. Yes, granted, some have been a little nuts, but nuts with their feet on the ground. Not this girl.
On the day before Thanksgiving, she was visiting the couple who live above me. The couple, who have lived in the apartment for maybe two months, are nice enough people and they were having some kind of all day party with plenty of music and noise. Very often, the music was noise too. This girl, who had her nose in the air, was one of the guests.
Young and pretty, she’s thin, has long black hair, blue eyes and is well tanned. I’m guessing it comes from a tanning booth. The first time I saw her was in the late morning. She was coming into the building and I was coming out to check my mail. She had a Walgreens plastic bag in her right hand.
I said, “Hello.” She said nothing—just gave me a stare like I had two heads. She quickly walked up the stairs.
For whatever reason, the girl was in and out of the building all day long. She would always leave the door to the apartment building ajar. That’s a no-no where I live. For security reasons, that door is always to remain closed. There’s even a sign posted about it.
I let it go a few times—that is until some guy walked in and knocked on my door wanting to know if so and so lived in the building. I ain’t the doorman, told him so and when I got him out of the building, I closed that door. Just a few minutes later, the girl with the tan and the “nose” knocked hard on the apartment building door.
Opening it, I said, “I’m sorry. This door needs to remain closed and locked. Maybe you could borrow the key from your friend if you’re going to be in and out.”
“Excuse me?” she said with a shocked look on her face. “Are you talking to me?”
“Yes, I am,” I said, actually wishing I wasn’t talking to her. I get annoyed with people who look down their nose at people they don’t even know.
“Do you own the building?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m just telling you what the rules are.”
“I’ll make my own rules,” she said with a smirk on her face. “Don’t you worry about it.”
So let the games begin. She was up and down the stairs and going outside constantly leaving the door ajar. I, in turn, constantly left my apartment to close the damn door which constantly led to the girl calling the couple above me on her cell phone to be let back in which led to the guy part of the couple coming down to my apartment asking me to just leave the door ajar until she left. Tiring of the situation, I gave in. I would only have to put up with the bitch with a fake tan for the day. If she ever thought of moving in, I would, of course, have to kill her.
Late in the afternoon, the landlord stopped by and found the front door ajar. Since I live in the first apartment in the building, he knocked on my door first.
He wanted to know what was up with the open door. I had no reason to lie and told him the truth—that there was a girl upstairs visiting who couldn’t be bothered with the key. The landlord could hear the music and people talking and laughing above me.
I don’t know if there’s a real ending to this story, so I’ll make it this. The landlord came by to see that couple who live above me and who were having the party. He came to serve them an eviction notice as they hadn’t paid any rent since moving in. It was some kind of “Notice to leave the premises,” or that’s what another neighbor told me the following day which was Thanksgiving Day which was yesterday. Anyway, the couple who has a friend with a fake tan and nose in the air now has to move out.
Maybe if the apartment building door wasn’t ajar, the landlord might not have come in and I’m thinking the girl helped get her friends evicted. Yeah, I know it’s a stretch—but just let me think it.
(Photo from way2tan.com)