This morning we were standing in the front of our apartment complex waiting for our ride to show up when our creepy neighbor made an appearance. I was seated on a bench reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly, trying to not catch his eye, when I heard him shout “Why are you reading that?!” Startled, I looked up and said “This? Why not? It’s just a magazine.” He replied “Crime Scene Investigation. Why are you reading that?” And I had NO idea what he was talking about, until I realized there was a CSI ad, hyping the addition of Lawrence Fishburne to the cast. So I said “Ooh, that’s a popular TV show. It’s just an ad.” And he kind of harrumphed and walked away.
This is the same creepy neighbor who came out one night to tell a friend of ours, who was walking out of the building to go home, to get out.
And now I’m wondering why he was so freaked out that I might be reading up on crime scene investigations. Ah, apartment living.
I kinda want to draw a chalk outline and wrap his front door in police “DO NOT CROSS” tape now. But I won’t. Because he knows where I live.