I don’t question my decision to live in the gayborhood at all.
This is fabulous.
There are about two dozen gay bars and restaurants within 3 blocks of my apartment building.
This means that I don’t have to drive at all to go out.
Nothing beats always having drag show sidekicks.
After a recent bar trip, I came back home to a nasty surprise.
It was around 2 a.m., and I took the elevator to my floor out of sheer laziness.
I open my apartment door (which I left unlocked) and start walking in. I take two steps into my apartment when I hear a strange noise and notice a large figure in my dark hallway.
After a few blinks, I realize that there is a 200-pound Great Dane in the hallway.
Apparently my upstairs neighbors have a small horse for a dog (and also don’t lock their apartment at night.)
I ran out of the apartment before the dog barked (or attacked me) so nothing happened.
That could have turned out extremely poorly.
After that incident, I now lock my apartment even when I am at home. Oddly enough, I have noticed at least 3 people try my door handle in the last few days.
Update: After telling this story at Happy Hour, I’ve learned that several of my neighbors have made the same mistake.
The problem is that all of the floors look exactly the same, so it is not uncommon for new residents to elevator it to the floor of their prior apartment and then walk into the unit directly below or above their new place. Alcohol might also have something to do with it.
Lock your doors, people.
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