February 29th, 2008

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tale of the tattle

In recent months, a number of cars have been broken into in my apartment's parking lot, including my own. A number of us have become agitated by any sort of odd behaviour in that space -- loitering after hours is particularly frowned upon.

Against this backdrop, a different group has become militant about breaking locks, hinges, and anything else which might otherwise inconvenience their belief in a life without keys. The door from the building into the garage? It won't lock anymore. Nor will the door leading from the garage to the street. For, someone has simply broken their keys in the lock.

Now, probably this has nothing to do with the other thing. My guess is that one of our neighbors has way more tenants in their apartment than they're supposed to. But if they can't trust each other enough to have keys made, and if their guests are willing to vandalize the building to make their lives easier, I'm not going to feel bad about thinking they're the robbers. (I don't care why they're endangering everyone in the building. I just care that they are.)

Tonight brought several recurring themes together. We have a car parked where no car should be parked (meaning, someone who does not live here has turned the lot into an obstacle course), and we have five men standing around that car talking amongst themselves. An informal survey shows them to have been there since 10pm or earlier, and it's almost 1am now. Yet, still they loiter. Suspiciously. As though waiting for a quiet moment to break some windows take a few things.

Again, I don't think they have any intention of coming upstairs to hurt people, but since somebody busted the lock that would prevent this, I have to assume the worst.

So, I called the police. And now I'm waiting up for my phone to ring, 'cause they'll need me to go downstairs and let them into the building.

Best case scenario: Some good people who had a perfectly valid reason to be down there for 3+ hours will have their evening ruined, watch me sic the police on them, and hate me forever.

Worst case scenario: There's a gunfight, somebody's gas tank explodes, and the building falls on us while dinosaurs attack and the earth goes hurling into the sun.

But I suspect it'll be somewhere between there: that the police won't show up, and whatever I was hoping to prevent goes down regardless.


1:40am update:
Police have come and gone. There was nobody in the garage when they arrived, so they took down my info (presumably for reporting a false alarm). I thanked them for their trouble, and apologized for the bother.

*shrug*

I sleep now.
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we need a secret handshake

In my last entry, I drew some unpleasant conclusions about a group of people in my parking lot based on circumstantial evidence. It was guilt by association, and I freely admit that, but I couldn't think of an acceptable reason for their behavior.

This morning, it occurs to me that they actually might have been on the same page as myself; upset by recent events and the presence of an outsider among us. Why were they waiting by the illegally parked vehicle? I assumed that one of them owned it, but what if they just wanted it gone? What if they were waiting for their chance to have a word with the owner? Or for a towtruck they had called to come remove it? I would have supported that. They should have said something!

The other side is clearly better organized than my own.
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