sketchiness

So I was gonna follow up to last blog because it was only half way finished, but this is funnier so maybe next blog I’ll finish whatever it was I was writing about last time.

My street is so fucking sketchy. So a little while ago we were informed by a neighbor that some shady looking gentlemen (one with corn rows) marinating in a burgundy oldsmobile were inquiring about the tenants of ** R street (my house). I looked out the window and saw a burgundy car across the street, so I decided to pack up and go to Big Bear as a diversion while I scoped out the scene. When I walked out the door the car was gone.

As I was walking down the street, 2 ladies across the street started yelling at me "Hey! What time is it?" I didn't know they were hollering at me so I didn't answer and when they continued to shout I stopped and turned to them and they both looked at me like they were going to cross the street and bitch slap me for being insolent. So I reached in my bag for my cell phone and told them it was 3:25. One of them shrieked "3:25, it ain't 3:25!" and they both looked back at me expecting me to check my cell phone again. So I reached in my bag again, looked at my phone and said back, "yes, it's 3:25." The feistier one of the two raised her left eyebrow up so far at me, it practically disappeared into her hairline. So I raised my eyebrow at her just to let her know that I wasn't kidding about the time. She turned around to go inside and said to the other lady (maybe her daughter or her sister) "Come on, let's go, it ain't 3:25!" So then the other lady who wasn't quite to the stoop yet hollered back at me "ay, you stay around here?" And I said "Yeah, I live right up the street, pointing back up to the vicinity of my house. Then.. "You live alone?" ... "No, I have roommates" and then of course the attitude-saturated retort "You better be careful girl!" I nodded in agreement as I turned to be on my away, watching them out of the corner of my eye as the younger lady followed the elder, waddling toward the door and listening as she pecked on about how I must be wrong about the time.

So I continued down the street, headed toward Big Bear and all seemed to be business as usual. No sign of the bergundy oldsmobile. So I've been sitting at Big Bear ever since, with a watchful eye on the southern hemisphere of the street and its ongoings.

A little while ago, a cab driver came in here and asked me if I had a 20 for 4 fives. I don't know why a cab driver would need bigger bills, that makes no sense to me, but I pulled out my wallet and gave him what I thought was a 20 without really looking at it. He walked out only to come back in 20 seconds later barking at me about ripping him off or something. He shoves a one dollar bill in my face all "This a one dollar bill! One dollar! I give you 4 fives!" I told him to back up and I looked in my wallet, realized my mistake and gave him a 20.

But, seriously, was that really necessary to cause a scene over that? After that everyone in here looked at me like I was some sort of con artist. Not my day I guess.

Sidenote: Big Bear started putting out free filtered water, which I think was a good move, considering their exorbitant prices for simple coffee drinks and bite size food they try to pass off as actual sandwiches.

Ok, so I guess I'm about to pack up again and walk back up to my house. And survey the block again for any suspicious characters. I may enlist the help of my friends who are probably still bojangling on their stoops before heading in for the night. They still have about a half an hour of sunlight left to soak up.

Anyway, till the next...