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rabidsamfanIt's quarter to one in the morning and someone decided to ring my doorbell. So I pull on some clothing and go to see (in case it's a friend in need) and when I get to the building door, I ask, through the door, "Who is it?" (Dialogue is approximated, and omits muttered curses.)
"Mummble mummble". It's a male voice. Not one I know.
"Who is it?"
"Tino."
"You're at the wrong house."
"Wait. Do you know... do you know Arturo?" (His name is on one of the mailboxes just outside the door.)
"He's on the third floor."
"Oh, sorry," (Third floor bell rings above me.)
"And he works nights."
"What?"
"He's not home!"
(Bell keeps ringing.) "Just open the door."
"No!"
"What?"
"I'm not going to open the door. Call Arturo on the phone and stop ringing the bell or I'll call the police."
"What?"
"Go away, or I'll call the police!"
"What?" (Bell is still ringing upstairs.) I retreat to my apartment and double lock the door.
After a minute or two the bell stops ringing... I hope that means he's gone away for the night, but I'm not taking any bets. If my bell rings again I'm dialing 911.
"Mummble mummble". It's a male voice. Not one I know.
"Who is it?"
"Tino."
"You're at the wrong house."
"Wait. Do you know... do you know Arturo?" (His name is on one of the mailboxes just outside the door.)
"He's on the third floor."
"Oh, sorry," (Third floor bell rings above me.)
"And he works nights."
"What?"
"He's not home!"
(Bell keeps ringing.) "Just open the door."
"No!"
"What?"
"I'm not going to open the door. Call Arturo on the phone and stop ringing the bell or I'll call the police."
"What?"
"Go away, or I'll call the police!"
"What?" (Bell is still ringing upstairs.) I retreat to my apartment and double lock the door.
After a minute or two the bell stops ringing... I hope that means he's gone away for the night, but I'm not taking any bets. If my bell rings again I'm dialing 911.
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Date: 2005-09-14 05:08 am (UTC)**hugs**
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Date: 2005-09-14 05:24 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2005-09-14 12:48 pm (UTC)But hugs are always a good thing! ;)
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Date: 2005-09-14 01:25 pm (UTC)It's worth the phone call.
Randi
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-14 02:23 pm (UTC)When I was still a resident in the suburbs of Boston, one of my attendings lived on Beacon Hill - I called her in the middle of the night to tell her about an annoying trauma consult one night. As she stumbled over toward the bathroom after hanging up the phone, she tripped over a guy crouching on the floor of her bedroom. He siad, "Don't scream or I'll cut you." She screamed, punched him, and ran out the door.
She called me back after the police left and told me to always, always page her for every bullshit consult because my page may have saved her life.
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Date: 2005-09-14 06:53 pm (UTC)Glad he didn't come back.
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