Friday, May 30, 2008

My, how things change!

You know, I was just sitting here looking at this desolate blog, practically void of human life, and thinking I have absolutely nothing to blog about when....

The police started banging on our door.

That's right. One moment I am lamenting my uber-boring life and the next minute we are evacuating our apartment as the bomb squad rushes in to check a suspicious package in our hallway. And by "rushes in" I mean it took about 30 minutes between the evacuation and the arrival of the bomb squad-man.

So here's the story: Directly across the hall from our apartment is an apartment that houses a group of young Mormon guys, on their mission to save Columbus. Guys move in and out as they begin and complete their missions, so we're never quite certain who we'll see over there.

Today when I came home from work I noticed a box sitting next to their door, with a note written on it. The note had a distinctly angry tone: "This is not your box, so don't touch it or move it. No, the UPS did not leave you a package. The management left it here, so leave it alone." Ouch. I thought it was harsh, but that's as far as it concerned me until 9:40-ish, this evening.

Sam was already in bed (working tomorrow at 5:00 am) when they evacuated us, so he wasn't all too pleased to have to stand outside and wait for every cop in the city to show up. But they were concerned that that package may actually be a bomb, so what do you do, complain about losing sleep and risk getting blown up? No thanks.

As it turns out, an electrician had been changing all of our exterior lights (how did we not notice this?) and didn't have time to get to the Mormons' apartment today, so he left the box with the new sconce by their door rather than take it with him. AND he left a particularly nasty note on it, lest anyone try to steal this really cool light fixture.

Crisis averted. Electrician probably fired. Everyone's back in bed.

Moral of the story: For Pete's sake, my car is hardly bigger than your trunk; I can do a three-point-turn without a police escort.

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