Our Dear Mrs Reynolds

Fight or flight January 4, 2009

So recently being tested with my fight or flight and failing, the universe saw fit to offer up another opportunity. I have been telling myself over and over I will not be pushed, manipulated, filed, stamped, shoved, walked on, or frightened stupid ever…EVER. This morning I was tested again, not in the same manner as before but it will never let anything get to that point again if I can help it.

I WON this fucking time, that’s right I AM who I thought I was and I will not put up with shit from anyone.

The story, with some pictures…because I am a giant dork like that.

Some danm assclown saw fit to come up to my door at 1:15 am and act like he was there on some official business. No car, big guy alone on foot wearing a dirty t-shirt and jeans holding a clipboard. Mmhmm sure you are..yeah you need to go, now.

Five minutes later another one, a different one acting more official then the last also on foot, called himself Travis.

I had already gone out back wielding what I call ‘the crack head stick’ to make sure the other creepy dude left and was not wondering about the property. Travis knocks on the door and my roommate answers it, I was near the side of the house watching him.

‘I am Travis’ he says ‘I am going to ask you some questions’. I step out from the side of the house and into the light and I am sure I must be wearing a look of fury because I was mad as hell.

‘Travis’ I say ‘You need to leave this instant’. Travis sizes me up seeing I am a tiny female takes a step towards me, I take a step towards him, smile, and turn my hand to draw attention to the fact I am not as harmless as he might think.

Travis threatens to call the cops on ME. I laughed as I informed him that no sir I was the one calling the police because he had no business here at 1:15 in the morning and I was neither stupid nor willing to cooperate.

Funny thing here is that Travis took off running. Well at least he had some common sense.

Good old officer Carroll stopped buy to check things out, had a good giggle of my recap of the encounter, and hurried off to try and locate the dudes. He had no luck however, he assumes they had a car down the road to get away in a hurry, he assures me he will be here in the blink of an eye if I need him (he generally sits up the road at the gas station that is literally one minute from my house). I need to bake that man some cookies