I was unloading my groceries as my car was parked on the street outside my apartment building when I was approached by a wiry, shirtless man who had been pacing the sidewalk while carrying what looked to be t-shirt that was wrapped around something and held tight by duct tape.
"You going into that apartment complex?" he asked.
"Will you let me in? My son lives there," he said.
"I don't know you, dude. I don't let people in that I don't know," I replied.
At this point he was still pacing around me on the sidewalk.
"My son lives here. He lives with his grandma who is like 85 and can't hear the phone to let me in. I can go by the leasing office with you if it makes you feel better"
Me: "How about you just call the leasing office from the main gate and have them escort you to the apartment?"
He didn't wait for me to finish, but bounded down the sidewalk away from me towards the front gate. Thinking this was settled, I grabbed my bags and headed to the side entrance that's locked and for residents only. I was unlocking it when I noticed the guy was right behind me.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked again.
"Yes. I absolutely do mind. But I guess you're not going to care about that at all and just do what you want to do."
At this point he followed me into the complex and started raising his voice that FINE. I could follow him down to the leasing office and he'll prove that he's been there before if it makes me feel better. Fine. I told him that it would be great if could go down there and at least have them escort him to the apartment he was to visit. He started to head down there and then he stopped when he thought I wasn't looking and muttered "Fucking bitch."
Me with groceries still in my arms: "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
"I said you're a fucking bitch. All uppity and shit. I told you we could go to the leasing office together but you still didn't want to let me in and then you gave me attitude."
Me: "I didn't give you attitude. I told you twice that I wouldn't let you and yet you still followed me in."
At this point he came back towards me and went from being about 20 feet away to about three feet away.
"You had to say that 'I was gonna do what I wanted to do anyway," after I said I'd go to the leasing office and everything."
Me: "I would say that I had a pretty accurate accessment since you did what you wanted to do and we're sitting here with your finger in my face instead of actually going down to the leasing office. But come on. Let's go."
We proceeded to go to the leasing office where Alex, our leasing agent, verified that the man had a son who lived there (and wasn't a resident himself) and the guy acted like he was vindicated.
"Should he be let into the premises against a resident's wishes?" I asked.
"Well, no," Alex said.
At this point, the guy bounded out and towards the apartment he was visiting. The leasing agent told me he'd call the apartment and make sure everything was okay. To make things doubly creepy, the kid he was visiting was the family that lives in the apartment across from us. And when I say across from us, I mean that our doors are about 4 feet apart.
Next time, I'm calling Chef out to help. Although I have a feeling if Chef had been there, there might have been some hand to hand combat.