Living on the first floor in my apartment building here in Covington enables me to see other tenants come and leave or leave or come whether I want to or not. Let’s say mostly not. Sometimes I wish my front window was boarded up.
Seeing them together most of the time, I can only assume Pam is back with Ronnie who was her ex-boyfriend. She’s never told me that they’re back together. Pam only tells me when they’re not together.
One afternoon last week while I was taking notes on a column I’m writing for CityBeat, I heard someone playing with the door knob to the apartment building. This went on for a couple minutes. Feeling annoyed, I finally got up from my desk, opened my apartment door, then quickly opened the door to the building.
There stood Ronnie with a blade from a pocket knife open in his right hand. He looked surprised to see me.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I. . er. . .don’t have my key and. . .”
“So you’re trying to break in?”
Ronnie just stood there not saying anything.
“You’re trying to break the lock?”
Ronnie smiled, showing me his yellow teeth.
“Don’t ever do that again,” I said, starting to feel angry, “or I’ll call the cops. You got that?”
“Yeah,” Ronnie said walking past me. “Thanks for letting me in.”
“I mean it,” I said. “Don’t do it anymore.” Ronnie didn’t reply.
I’m amazed at how stupid some people can be. A blade from a pocket knife isn’t a key. I can only assume the idiot knows this and I can only assume the fool has no regard for other people’s property of the safety of the other tenants who live in the building. When the landlord came by that night, I told him what Ronnie had done.
At least Ronnie didn’t knock on my front window to be let in. That’s me trying to look on the positive side.
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