Jesus H Christ, as my mother used to say. I have this old lady that lives next door to me. I help her out sometimes. We live in a doorman building so sometimes I leave my door unlocked. Well at 3:49 am, I was awaken by her, standing over me screaming, SUUUUUUE SUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I had my ear plugs in, so it took me a minute to figure out what was going on. Then it hit me.. OMG she's having a heart attack that's why she would do something so boundary less as stand over my bed and scream bloody murder at me.
My whole body was shaking as I prepared to hear that she was in distress. When I finally figured out what she was saying it was too late to shake off the fear.
Are you ready for this???? The battery in her fire alarm was beeping.
I got up and went to go downstairs to get a ladder. I realized that I was in my underwear and a tank top. I looked around my room to see if there were a pair of pants to put on. All I could find was a pair of shorts.
Mind you, my nervous system was still operating as if there were and emergency. I had a thought, that I couldn't be prancing around the building in short shorts and no bra. But my next thought was, no one will see me the guy at the door is a hundred.
Well the hundred year old was not at the door, it was a young guy. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. I called his name.
And low and behold, he opened them and proceeded to look me up and down. lol at this point I didn't even care. I just wanted to get the god damn battery out.
I got the ladder and removed the battery.
It took me two hours to get back to sleep.
I know I did the right thing, but would it be too much to ask to have the old lady tap me gently on the shoulder to woo me out of my sleep, and save the bloody murder for when she's dying?