Evening. Enjoying my new place. How am I going to decorate? I think maybe brighter colors. I used to go with the more natural tones, but maybe a daring purple with teal and bright green.... I could build shelves to go in the windows and probably have enough sun to grow veggies - at least herbs.
Faint knocking. Is that on my door? Can't be, it is too far away. Continued knocking. Polite but insistent knocking. A few minutes pass. Finally my neighbor (Loud TV) calls out "Who is it?" "The police" Alright this gets my attention. I get up to peer out the peephole. I love that invention. Can only see the shoulder of the cop, as he is right to the left of my door.
"What do you want?"
"Is everything okay here?"
mumbled response.
"We got a call from this place."
mumbled response.
"Okay, just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Have a good night."
And then he left.
Hmmm. The possibilities. I don't think anyone was in the apartment beside him, because I didn't hear anyone else. How do you accidentally call the police?
Once my brother and I were fighting and we rolled onto my phone and I guess we accidently called 911. They heard our struggle and then I guess we hung up the phone. 911 called back and my dad answered. No everything is okay here. Kids playing (or something like that).
It was nice of the police to check up. And it is nice to know that the police have a key to our building.
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