I don’t usually post about my crazy roommate, but she’s been acting stranger than usual lately, and I feel the need to address this publicly. Not with her, as that would take entirely too much effort and wouldn’t result in anything worth the effort I’d expend. And I’m moving out when the lease is up in August anyway (two months and two weeks, not that I’m counting or anything).
She’s engaged in lots of door slamming and really loud television watching lately. REALLY LOUD – like so loud that I can’t hear the TV in the living room while she’s watching the television in her bedroom with the door closed.
But this is just annoying and disrespectful. This weekend’s activities, however, crossed the line to the questionably unsafe.
On Saturday morning, roommate left the apartment carrying her purse and a paper grocery bag. She didn’t say goodbye or anything. I only knew she’d gone because I when I went to thank her for writing out her rent check, she was no longer home.
She still wasn’t home when I went to bed Saturday evening. Presuming that she’d gone to spend the day with family in San Jose, I locked the front door, kept the living room light on, and went to bed.
She still wasn’t home when I woke up to use the bathroom at 4:30, at which point I turned off the light that had now been on all night.
She still wasn’t home when I woke up at 9 am. Or after I came back from running some errands. Or after I got out of the shower and finished two loads of laundry.
At this point, I started investigating missing person’s reports. But having no contact information for her family (though I did eventually find her cell phone number) and knowing that I needed to wait 48 hours to file a report with the SFPD, there was little I could do.
She finally came home at 2 pm Sunday, walked in the door without even a hello, and slammed the door to her room. I didn’t see her again until late Sunday night.
She must be a crack whore. It’s the only conceivable explanation.
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