So I have been boasting about the fact that I was moving down Kenmore street for a while, it is like a dream come true. A dream that has brought me to within a 3 minute and 41 second walk from my front door to the bleacher wall, that I actually timed and got flamed for. TOO BAD. I went from a 10 minute bike ride to less than a 4 minute walk.
I was so excited that I would be in before opening day and was lucky to do so. I was expecting the first run in with a drunken wierdo until at least this weekend but I was wrong. I got home for the end of the 9th inning (btw, I love hearing the crowd go crazy from inside my garage on Pies infield single) I get home in time to see that drunkest bastard of all time falling around right in front of my apartment. Between the constant spitting, back and forth sleeping on the hood of his car etc, I eventually became a babysitter in my own aparment to a guy that was trying to get into his car. There was no way I was letting him drive off so I felt trapped. Eventually I offered a cab and got no response and fortunatly 3 ushers leaving the game took over that situation. The funny part was when two women pulled up and when we explained to them he was trying to get into his car she laughed and said "ha, thats my car...yada yada small talk yada yada Welcome to the neighborhood."
this is just another 'personality' trait that comes with the neighborhood, but I was thinking this would happen this upcoming weekend and not day 1!!!! Does anyone have any simliiar stories to share that live nearby? Funny ones, horror stories etc. I love the apartment and will be in the bleachers Wed.