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Saturday, March 5, 2011

it don't add up, lee ann. it just don't add up.

ok, so, update on me and ben matlock and his attorney assistant daughter, lee ann, who seriously needs to ditch the shoulder pads:

when i came home from work yesterday, there were still cops milling around the SOTC. (for those of you who are not up to speed on what i am talking about, read yesterday's post. and for those of you who are up to speed, let me just say this: it is never a good thing when the SOTC is so close to where you live that you could skip to the SOTC and only use up one and a half skips. although, why anyone would want to skip to an SOTC, i have no idea.)

so, anyway.....the cops were still there. so was the maintenance crew. i found that curious. why would the maintenance crew already be in there fixing whatever got broke during TC (the crime)? whatever happened to preserving the integrity of the SOTC?

(speaking of the integrity of the SOTC, i have always thought that that's a weirdo way to describe a SOTC. isn't the main reason that there even is a SOTC in the first place is because somebody - and probably more than one somebody - has a serious lack of integrity? but, ok, fine, whatever. cops love to use jargon.)

anyway......

so, ok, the cops were still there and the maintenance crew was there and the blood was still there. some of it had already started to dry and turn a spooky lookin' black color. creepy, i tell ya.

so, what i did was, i asked one of the maintenance guys what's goin' on. you could tell he didn't want to answer me. the reason you could tell he didn't want to answer me was cuz he didn't answer me. but i pressed on. (that's what we matlock types do......we press on.)

i asked the maintenance guy if anyone had died in this shoot-out or stab-out or whatever kind of out this was. he said no. i asked him what kind of weapons were involved. he said none. i said, none???????? he said none. i said, none???????? he said, just feet. i said, "feet?" he said yeah, feet. one of the other maintenance guys shot (pun intended) him a look like, what the hell did you just say that for? how stupid does this lady look? the first maintenance guy shot (pun) the second maintenance guy a look like, pretty damned stupid, dude. the second maintenance guy sorta nodded. almost imperceptibly, but i saw it. we matlock types are trained to see small things.

anyway, so the maintenance guy tried to tell me that this whole hullabaloo and all the blood that went with it were the result of an argument where two people were kicking each other with their feet. (sidebar here: i just bought a new pair of glasses a few weeks ago, partly to make me look smart. apparently the glasses guy ripped me off.)

i let the maintenance guy know in no uncertain terms - and by no uncertain terms i mean that i gave him my best matlock "hrmpfh"  - i let him know that i was not. buying. his foot story.

fast forward to this morning:

when i took pippi out for her usual potty break, i discovered a letter from management on my door. what i did next was brilliant.......i read it.

the letter said that an "unfortunate" incident happened in my building about 5:00a.m on friday. the "unfortunate" incident included 4 guys who were reportedly unknown to the "victim" and the 4 guys banged on the "victim's" door and the "victim" looked through his peep hole and didn't recognize the 4 guys so what did the "victim" do? the "victim" opened the door. (and the maintenance guy thinks i look stupid?????)

the letter went on to say that after the "victim" opened the door, the 4 guys barged in, "assaulted" him, and robbed him.

the letter also was very, very helpful in terms of offering advice to us residents about how to stay safe in the future. "be aware of your surroundings" was one of the pieces of advice. i am aware of my surroundings, you morons! that's what lead me down the hall yesterday morning to the SOTC in the first place!

anyway, i'm not buying this story for one cotton-pickin' minute. there are too many questions and no damned good answers. ben and i will keep pokin' around till we solve this sucker.

we better hurry, though. if you take out the ads, we only have 34 minutes left.