artykins

So I discovered last night that the city of Dulot in the first Shrek movie is modeled after my own town.  I discovered this in a series of bizarre events.

- At one o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by classical music.  At first I thought it was from Matt's computer, but after listening to it for a minute, I realized it wasn't.  Even in my groggy stupor I know Matt has better taste than that.  I then got up and wandered around my dark apartment to see if it was coming from upstairs.  After all, upstairs neighbor lady does werid things at weird times of the night.  But no.  It wasn't coming from upstairs.

And we're talking loud classical music, blasting across the courtyard.  I half expected to see a Lord Farquod character running around outside, it so closely mimicked that scene in Shrek where the city is deserted, but there's cheesy elevator music playing over a loudspeaker system.

- So Matt got up too.  He got dressed and went in search of said music.  He found the source to be an upstairs apartment from all the way across the courtyard.  I stood outside our apartment listening to him bang loudly on the door several times.  There was no answer.

- So I unplug my iPhone and dial 911 (surprisingly, the Skype phone doesn't work when you dial 911).  I explain that there might be a possible emergency situation because several older people live in our little complex and I didn't know if someone had fallen, passed out or worse.  

- Someone was dispatched to our site.

- I sat with Matt on the sofa with our front door open and listened to the police bang on the door even more loudly than Matt had.  They even took it one step further by going to the back door and raising a bit of hell.  

- Still no answer.

- Ruthie, our property manager, was then called.  She woke up, gave the police the keys to the apartment and they went up.

- Turns out everything was fine.  Some person just didn't bother answering the door.  This is the same kind of person that wouldn't answer the knock on their front door if the building was on fire and someone was trying to save them.

- Neighbor person turned down the music while the police filled out their report with Ruthie.

- As soon as police go, music gets turned back up.

- So the lesson of this story is simply that I feel I did the right thing.  I wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing that something might be wrong and do nothing about it.  So I was relieved to know that the jerk across the courtyard was okay and I went back to sleep.

Later Days,
Arty