It is quarter of 5 in the morning as I key in this post….
I am drifting in and out of sleep — I do not sleep clear through the night anymore — and I hear a voice outside my door.
Now I am wide awake. I looked at my beside clock.
It is 3:45 am.
What the hell? I said…
And with that, I hear a knock at my front door.
I got up and headed to the door.
I looked through the peephole.
Who, of all people, is standing on my landing: why, that same woman I mentioned in prior threads. I referred to her as Odd Neighbor; her name is Jane…or so I thought [and more on that a bit later…]
Ordinarily I’d have ignored Jane, particularly at quarter of four in the morn, but after she pulled the “I locked myself out” incident in June, it is likely she will knock all night. She knocked on my door for 45 minutes that afternoon until she went and got the guy from the back apartment to jimmy the door open for her.
I said “Who is it?” (I did NOT open the door)
She goes, “I can’t get into my house.”
I said — and angrily — “I cannot help you with that. Wow, it’s quarter of 4 in the morning!”
“Quarter. Of. Four.” I heard her say.
I snapped, “Yes; it’s quarter of FOUR! ” I added “I cannot and will not help you break in.”
To this she said nothing; presumably she left.
10 minutes later, I hear people coming up the front hall steps.
It’s her…with a cop! .The cop rattled her doorknob and said “I can’t help you with that…”
They headed down the stairs and then outside; there was some indistinguishable chatter (I didn’t hear any of it except “garage” because a streetcleaner, of all things, came up the block and drowned out the whole thing)
Well, it is quarter of 5 and she is outside, still roaming the streets! I just saw her heading down this block and to this building; she was outside talking to somebody (herself, I think) and then I didn’t hear her anymore.
That guy next door is still away, then. No way she is house sitting or watching the place until he returns — he’s been gone 2 and a half weeks; what the heck is she doing here, at this hour?
I have a good mind to call that landlord and tell him what happened. Nobody sane knocks on a neighbor’s door at quarter of four, period.
What kind of a comedy is Landlord running? This is even more hilarious than the primary election we just held!
And a cop came to the aid of somebody who is locked out of an apartmentt??? And he didn’t ask her for an ID. Really, is he kidding???
These are cops, not a concierge or a locksmith! I think they still come to help you when you are locked out of your car, but not your home.
Around 6:30 she came back and let herself in. The cop must have told her to use an ATM card or something (it works in a pinch; I have tried it) …. because no way did any locksmith or anyone else come to open that door.
Absolutely insane. This ain’t an apartment sitting thing. She is now here round the clock and to me, she is unlawfully in somebody’s apartment; you are if you are here at quarter of 4 in the morning . Then again, seems as though when you have the key you can do what you want…hahaha, I learned that through the trial of fire with Bro!
5:13 pm: My goodness, how interesting…
I waited until 8:30 am and then I called Landlord and told him what happened.
He said to me, “Are you sure this was Jane?” He paused and said, “Jane lives in another part of the building.
I gave him Jane’s description.
He said, “That isn’t Jane; that is Nancy; she lives in there with John Smith; Jane lives in another part of the building.”
Then he said “I am trying to evict her.” Really? Trying? All he has to do is DO IT.
A little backstory — and this is how I found out her name is not Jane, the name she gave me…. 4 1/2 months ago, when I was set to move in, I got only 1 key. That is the key to the front and back door.
I am guessing in the confusion of upcoming surgery, he forgot to give me the other 3 keys.
I now need 3 more keys: one for the top lock on the back door, one for the top lock on the front door (both doors have 2 locks and that one key opens only the bottom lock to both the front and back doors) and one for the front ground floor door. This is the street entrance to the front of the building.
I live on the second floor in the rear; that door leads from the street to the second floor and my front door is the door I had the one key for. I did not have the key to the street level door.
Landlord was having surgery so he was not available to deliver the rest of the keys to me.
So here it was, 2 weeks before I was to officially move in (He told me I would have the last 2 weeks in March free of charge) I decided to pick up the ball — I called his wife and told her what I needed: the key to the front door (I figured skip the other keys for now; the front door is essential). “You can borrow that front door key for the ground floor entrance; make a copy. Knock on the door of the apartment next to you and ask for Jane. She lives in there. She’s really nice. Borrow the key from her, make a copy and bring the original back to Jane.”
OKay, sounds like a good idea.
I went over to the building (The front door was locked) and by coincidence while I was in front of the building, this very tall thin and nearly skeletal woman was crossing the street. She came over to me and stopped.
She’s looking at me and not saying anything.
I said, “Do you live here?” She said yes. I said “Are youJane?” She said yes…and I told her what I needed.
“Oh, I can’t do that. That key belongs to the guy up on the second floor and I do not live here. This is his key.”
So here is why I thought she was Jane, and not Nancy…and why did she tell me her name was Jane and why did she say she did not live there????
Apparently she (Nancy) is living with that guy in the apartment next to mine.
She is not his companion who drops in and she is not housesitting whilst he is away…but nonetheless, you can see what I’ve got here: a nutcase. Can’t even give her right name??? I distinctly said “are you Jane?”
I am guessing Landlord’s wife has the tenants mixed up., But still…I’m telling him it’s Jane and I could have gotten Jane into a lot of trouble, thanks to Nancy!
I don’t know where Jane’s boyfriend John Smith is; apparently he is not in there. He’d have opened the door for her, am I right? So no, he is not on premise.
As I said, that apartment was empty for 2 weeks and I am guessing he is still away at wherever they are and she is back here by herself…maybe??? If he was in there, surely he’d have come to the door.
Screw this….I had plans to move out anyway. I can’t stay here.
This whole building (and also the neighborhood) is like a British farce. There sure are enough doors and enough oddball events happening here for it to BE an English farce!
If I find out there is a Brooke Ashton, a Freddy Fellowes or a Poppy living here, I’ll lose my shit. hehe
I felt like a fool explaining this mess to Landlord (he sounded concerned) and felt like a bigger one after I explained to him how I thought Nancy was Jane! Well, Nancy was the one who said YES when I asked “are you Jane” — right???
How strange, all of it. Very odd and sorry, too much. You do not knock on a door at quarter of 4 in the morning unless it is the direst of emergencies! It would have to be the building is being evacuated or perhaps somebody in there is ill and needs help and even so, you can call an ambulance! Why are you bothering me at 3:45 am; you can’t get into your house? Not my problem!
She has knocked before at odd hours – 6 am and 7 am — and I refused to get the door. I had to ask her what she wanted this morning otherwise she will knock for another 45 minutes.
How odd she never called Landlord in June; you lock yourself out, you call the landlord, no?
There is a Wendy’s up the block she could have sat in, until 8 am or so, when she could have called either Landlord or a locksmith. Why she never called the landlord in June is mighty odd.
I’ve got my feelers out for a couple of apartments, both are far less expensive than this joint.
It will be interested to see how this plays out. And maybe I should have called a cop when she was knocking this morning.