Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Insomnia

My husband is an amazing sleeper. I'm serious. All the man has to do is lay down, put a black t-shirt over his eyes and he's gone. I've tried this. I lay down, put a black t-shirt over my eyes (sometimes he even shares his...so sweet, I know) and I feel like the world is caving in around me. There is no sleep for me. So, here I sit on another sleepless night. Those crazy nights where your mind doesn't stop thinking. I think my problem would be that I took a nap after the zoo...at 5:30. I knew it would be a bad idea, but I couldn't resist the urge.

So, as I was lying in bed next to my sound alseep husband (lucky!) I remembered that I forgot to post in remembrance of my experience 356 days ago. So, for your reading enjoyment here is my story that I typed the day it happened:

Now for the next chapter of, "It Could Only Happen to Angela".

So, it’s Spring Break, right? Right. I decided this lovely morning that I wanted to take a nice relaxing bubble bath and read Sense and Sensibility because it’s Spring Break and I’m allowed to do that. So, I shut the bathroom door and settle in for a nice, warm, bubbly bath. I then proceed to settle in to the sudsy glory and start reading chapter 3 when the silence is oh so suddenly broken. I hear a loud knock on the front door. I debate on what to do and decide that they will have to come back later since it probably wouldn’t be wise to answer the door in the condition that I was in. So, I continued to read and the knocking continued to get louder. The thought of, "Oh shoot, if it’s the maintenance guys they’re just gonna come right on in!" So I frantically try to think of the best possible solution to the problem. I decide to turn on the water again so they would realize that the bathroom door is closed and the water is running so obviously someone is in there. The next thing I know, my bathroom door goes flying open and an unknown man walks right in. Everything in me wanted to scream and yet nothing would come out. He quickly says, "Oh I’m sorry" and proceeds to exit. I was horrified, humiliated and downright mad. I continued to finish the bath (not reading anymore by the way as that mood had been completely ruined!) and made it down to the office to complain to my manager about the incident. She felt very bad. So, I also took the opportunity (seeing that this would be the prime time) to mention that my bathroom door lock also has never worked and I’ve asked a few times to have that fixed. What do you know, but the guy from earlier in the day was back up to my apartment within 30 minutes to fix the door. I didn’t look at him, but he apologized and then said, "If it makes you feel any better you probably scared me more than I scared you!" Number 1: Probably not. You weren’t the one in your birthday suit. Number 2: I shouldn’t have scared you because the bathroom door was shut and the bath water was running...what else do you expect to find when those 2 things are combined. and finally Number 3: You NEVER say to girl that you just saw in the nude that they scared you...doesn’t do much for the self-esteem...not that he should have said anything else because that would have been bad too...just apologize and then possibly let me have my dignity back and have a month of rent for free.

2 comments:

Jason said...

Life at Northpark...aaaaaah! :)

DeMo said...

I just love this story! It gets better every time you tell it. :)

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