Our apartment is in a pretty safe part of town. It took me rolling into the unsafe areas before I realized how safe it was. Plus having a security officer here from 6 p.m. to 9 a.m. every night is a bonus, as well. And the gates and entry code system are enough to baffle in the most Native English-speaking delivery person, so I'm fairly certain they'd at least momentarily thwart a thief.
Despite the safety some weird things still happen in our or around our complex. Here are some instances that have happened lately:
- While I was gone last week, Chef spotted Ron Jeremy (yes, THAT Ron Jeremy) outside of our complex picking up a "trashy" looking blonde. He then proceeded to pee in between his Honda Civic and the car behind it while sporting some sweat pants. He then got into the car with the awaiting blonde and drove away. This was 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
- This morning I was jerking awake because we had our window open and an a-hole on a Harley decided that it was fine to rev his engine when he started the bike just a few feet from apartments. It was 7:15. On a Sunday. Harley drivers suck for the most part.
- And last, but not least, we were chillin' this evening and our front door flew open. A guy took two steps in before Chef glared at him and said "Excuse ME?". The guy had been drinking and was probably on his way from the pool to a friend's apartment but he got the wrong apartment. To be honest the doors don't have numbers on them, only a little placard in the outside hallway, so I've been known to hit the wrong doorway. But I've never gone in. Our doors are generally locked, but I'd been doing laundry and its hard to unlock the door with arms of clean laundry.
And that's enough to kind of shrug and say "LA" with a "whatcha gonna do about it?" attitude.