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Unexpected Encounters Part III
I've had a string of odd encounters while living in my duplex. Take a look at Part 1 and Part II. Actually... does three count as a string? How many encounters would it take before it became a string?
It was my usual quiet Monday night. I had played some World of Warcraft, eaten a peanut butter sandwich for dinner (being to lazy to actually prepare something), and was curled up in bed reading when the doorbell rang.
Startled, I turned from my Patricia Briggs werewolf novel to glance at the clock. 11:15. PM. I was seized by a sudden fear that it was my parents at the door. Maybe they had tried to call to tell me my younger sisters had been eaten by zombies, but I hadn't answered! I snatched up my cell phone. No missed calls. No texts. Probably no zombies.
Cautiously I slipped out of bed and hurriedly pulled a sweatshirt on. Maybe the cops were out looking for Ricky again. It was unlikely to be my parents since they hadn't called, and Pat had a key. I hesitated when I got to the door. If I scream, my neighbors will hear me, I reminded myself, but still I hesitated (I haven't started my diary yet, after all). Or, maybe it was Jensen Ackles! I was brightened considerably by the thought. Stella hopped up on the windowsill and shot me an impatient look.
"Who's out there, kitty?" I whispered. "Is it Jensen, Mom and Dad, or a serial killer?"
Stella ignored me. Ungrateful cat.
When I finally opened the door I wasn't presented with the killer from Friday the 13th, my parents, or (tragically) Jensen Ackles. The young woman standing outside with a shy smile on her face was small and blond, huddled in a gray sweatshirt with her hood pulled up, and looked decidedly harmless.
"Hi," she said uncertainly. "I'm your neighbor from across the street. I hope I didn't wake you up, I saw your lights on."
"Um... hi," I replied. "Don't worry, you didn't wake me up. I'm Becca..."
"I'm Liz," she said, smiling. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I've been meaning to come over and introduce myself for a while now. Plus our refrigerator just stopped working, and I'd love someone to talk to."
We chatted for about twenty minutes.
And then she went home.
Ah, life and all the little random surprises. Anti-climactic, I know, but hey - that's what happened! ^_^
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The most important part of this story is not that you connected with your neighbor, nor is is that your sisters weren't eaten by zombies. The most important part of this story is that I'M JEALOUS AND WANT A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH!!!
That is all.
As you were, soldier : )
Shit like this just doesn't happen to me. It's so random.
My life is too boring. ;)
Yes, i do believe this constitues a string of non sensical events. No wonder you're constantly worried about zombies! What kind of area do you live in!?
You should remind kitty that you're the one that feeds her and she should be nicer to alert you :)
That is very random. My neighbor across the way comes out to grill when it's below zero and I say hi and he just turns around and goes back in the house. Ass-wrench.
So yesterday night, around 10:30ish I was walking the dog and I swear I was on the set of a horror film. It was foggy, I was near a river, there was an abandoned house, there was no moon, only one street light that was flickering, and a black cat prowling about.
And I constantly think about getting attacked by manic coyotes. I see their footprints all the time, I know their after my chihuahua! But they'll have to battle me first! Maybe even zombie coyotes. You never know.
HAHA Mouse, of course you're right - that IS the most important part of the story! I put a tiny bit of honey on the sandwich too. MMM!
SleepyJane, I'm sure your life isn't too boring! Besides, what is that Chinese curse? May your life be interesting?
Anne, clearly I live in the kind of area that requires a state of constant alert. Good thing I'm a Winja! ^_^
Oats, zombie coyotes is one of the most terrifying things I've ever thought about. Thanks a lot. ^_^ I freak out more about raccoons, though. They're constantly hanging out on my patio like a gang of delinquent teenagers.
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