I come home at about 7:30 last night, come up the stairs and see Donna (drunken neighbor) passed out in the lobby. She's sitting slumped in a chair just chillin'. I go to my place to drop off my load and as I pass her place the door is wide open. Oh boy.
I go back to her, say her name a couple times and finally gently shake her and finally get a grunt out of her.
Donna: Huh.
Me: Donna, are you okay?
D: Huh (grunt)
Me: Your in the lobby and your apartment door is open. What are you doing?
D: What's this about (she still hasn't opened her eyes or raised her head)
Me: Donna, you're in the lobby. You should go back home. Your door is standing open.
D: (grunt)
Me: Are you going to just stay out here?
D: (grunt)
I walk back to my place go inside and as I'm closing the door I hear her yelling...
D: Darling! Hello? Darling!
I go to her and notice her pants are unzipped. What the hell?
D: I need you to do me a favor. I need you to close up my house.
I tell her I'll close her door for her. I go back, close the door and continue back to my place. As I turn to look down the hall here she comes stumbling along. She says she doesn't have her keys. I tell her I hope it's not locked. I try the knob, it's open and she continues into her apartment.
At least it's quite.
