FCW Update Part Deux
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grrgoylLast night I was enjoying Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring in near-enough-for-me HD quality (after 20 minutes of tweaking the TV's settings), when I heard movement on the stairs outside. I looked through the peephole to see Tracey filling our landing and the one below with furniture. It was almost amusing to watch her tiptoeing around, carefully setting things down slowly, the epitome of a considerate neighbor -- but of course this only proves that she was home when the long arm of the law came knocking and probably overheard me tell the officers that I'd let them know when she was home, which makes her newfound thoughtfulness less consideration and more sneakiness. It was 8 p.m. Should I bother Officer Klinger (who had left me his personal cell phone number) with the information or not? I decided I'd better.
I told him she appeared to be moving things out of her unit. He seemed very interested and thanked me. I then sat back to watch events play out.
It turned out she wasn't moving her things but selling them. She had turned the stairwell landing into her own private showroom. I watched her go downstairs and return with another woman, who examined a small white kitchen hutch and a cheap-looking white bookcase while Tracey looked on, smoking a cigarette with her black hoodie drawn up, looking every inch a criminal. She must have been satisfied with the crap, because the two of them started moving them downstairs.
I watched anxiously, praying the cop would come before the transaction was completed. It turned out the two of them couldn't quite figure how to get both pieces into the back of the girl's SUV and were messing around out there for a good 20 minutes. By this time Tery was home and we both watched as a car slowly drove up and turned around in the lot, which we thought sure had to be the cop scoping the situation.
Well, either it was all for nothing or the cop was VERY discreet, because we never saw anything else. It did disturb Tery that she was selling furniture, as part of her original arrest had turned up thousands of dollars in stolen antiques in her unit. "Well," I pointed out the bright side, "She's gone from that to selling cheap Sauder shit from Walmart. No law against that."
Amusingly, we could clearly see The Alcoholic (who remember becomes outraged when Tracey so much as leaves her screen door hanging ajar at a 6-degree angle) puttering around across the way, wholly oblivious to everything that was happening.
I told him she appeared to be moving things out of her unit. He seemed very interested and thanked me. I then sat back to watch events play out.
It turned out she wasn't moving her things but selling them. She had turned the stairwell landing into her own private showroom. I watched her go downstairs and return with another woman, who examined a small white kitchen hutch and a cheap-looking white bookcase while Tracey looked on, smoking a cigarette with her black hoodie drawn up, looking every inch a criminal. She must have been satisfied with the crap, because the two of them started moving them downstairs.
I watched anxiously, praying the cop would come before the transaction was completed. It turned out the two of them couldn't quite figure how to get both pieces into the back of the girl's SUV and were messing around out there for a good 20 minutes. By this time Tery was home and we both watched as a car slowly drove up and turned around in the lot, which we thought sure had to be the cop scoping the situation.
Well, either it was all for nothing or the cop was VERY discreet, because we never saw anything else. It did disturb Tery that she was selling furniture, as part of her original arrest had turned up thousands of dollars in stolen antiques in her unit. "Well," I pointed out the bright side, "She's gone from that to selling cheap Sauder shit from Walmart. No law against that."
Amusingly, we could clearly see The Alcoholic (who remember becomes outraged when Tracey so much as leaves her screen door hanging ajar at a 6-degree angle) puttering around across the way, wholly oblivious to everything that was happening.
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First? Weird.
Date: 2007-11-20 10:02 pm (UTC)I am imagining you staring intently with one eye through the peephole. Only instead of being hidden your blood-shot eye is magnified by the peephole, making the door like one of those paintings in a Scooby-Doo episode with an eye-hole cut out. What will you do for entertainment if she's arrested again? How do you know that cheap WalMart shit wasn't stolen?
Also
Date: 2007-11-20 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: Also
Date: 2007-11-20 10:42 pm (UTC)Re: Also
Date: 2007-11-21 03:57 am (UTC)Dude, no fair. That was probably the post in which you distracted me with boy/boy kisses. No! It was the one with the simulated sex scene and the weird incest scene.
Re: Also
Date: 2007-12-01 05:38 pm (UTC)Re: First? Weird.
Date: 2007-11-20 10:44 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm not worried about it. Believe me, I'd rather have a quiet, boring life than live next to a drug dealer.
Re: First? Weird.
Date: 2007-11-21 04:00 am (UTC)Re: First? Weird.
Date: 2007-12-01 05:37 pm (UTC)