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March 26, 2005
Complete Lack of Judgment
OK, so I exercised a complete lack of judgment at 3:15 this morning.
If someone comes to your door at 3:00 in the morning and rings your bell incessantly, alternating the bellringing with pounding on the door, my first thought (when I’m awake) is that something disastrous happened.
Not so with me. I had just gotten to sleep about an hour earlier and awoke to the scene above. Not only did my heart not sink with the fear of what could’ve happened, but I neglected to consider that there is a Tennessee manhunt occurring for a murderer. Here’s the transcript of what I believe happened, though I was groggy when it happened and I’ve slept since then…
Door: *ring, ring, ring, ring* *rapid pounding* *ring, ring* *pound, pound, pound* *ring*
Me (thinking): Is that my door?
Door: *ring, ring* *pound, pound, pound, pound, pound*
Me (thinking): Should I answer it? I don’t have a bra on. (interesting how my first concern was a bra instead of the fear of catastrophe or murderer.)
I got up, and without even checking the peephole (*stupid*), flung open my door to whatever fate awaited me. Please notice that I had no fear nor concern about who is there or why. The survival instinct wasn’t there, nor was the gut-reaction fear of catastrophe. Yeah, I’m not real smart when I’m awakened suddenly like that.
Man: Hey, I gotta see Josephine now.
Me: Huh? *processing if I know a Josephine or if she could possibly be here*
Man: I gotta see Josephine.
Me: I don’t think Josephine lives here *obviously, I’m still unsure if I know Josephine*.
Man: What do you mean? Why are you hiding Josephine?
Me *finally coming to understanding of what is happening*: No, I don’t even know a Josephine.
Man *peering into my apartment since I was so brilliant to fling my door wide open*: You sure she ain’t in there? I gotta see her.
Me: Yeah, positive.
Man: Fine.
Me *thinking, closing door and mindlessly locking it again*: Good thing he got me up. I really need to pee.
As I sleepily shuffled to the bathroom, I could hear him out in the hall, ringing and pounding on another door. I hope he found Josephine at the next apartment he tried…because if he didn’t, I bet I’m not the only person he awoke in vain…
Posted by Anna at March 26, 2005 12:16 PM
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What were you thinking girl. But I have no room to talk. I will stop and pick up anyone walking or broke down on the side of the road.
Posted by: Michael Morgan at March 26, 2005 04:48 PM
I agree with Michael. You were lucky!
Last year we had neighbours who had friends frequently coming to see them in the middle of the night, often drunk and loud. Every now and then their guests would call on our door, and in the end we had to call the police when they beat someone up 5 in the morning. 
Posted by: Flip at March 27, 2005 02:48 PM
Ummmm, first the fire, then Kid Rock, and now this...
Time to move. 
Posted by: Christopher at March 27, 2005 07:20 PM