through the peephole, continued.

so the shenanigans continued in our building last night, courtesy of the old loon across the hall. this time the authorities were involved, so we know she meant business. unfortunately it wasn't the police to haul away the junkie downstairs. just the fire department. i didn't catch exactly what was going on (there is only so much you can see through the peephole...even though Bear could even take this one, we're still too afraid to open the door while she's on the loose), but i heard her repeatedly shouting about "the fumes" (these fumes, whatever they may be, since we live a mere 7 ft. away from her and don't smell anything suspect, are apparently a constant issue for her, as i came home one night a month ago and she appeared in the hall shushing me and babbling about fumes. i'd take things more seriously if we didnt have a carbon monoxide detector in our apt).

anyways, there she was shouting about the fumes and furiously pointing into her apartment. the firemen said they would go in and take a look. at this point i left my post by the door to a. mute the tv - i didn't want them to know i was there, and b. call missy, since it's not fair for one of us to experience the bizarre without the other. a short time later the truck pulled away (sirens blaring. was there a need to blare the sirens while driving AWAY from the fake emergency??), so i'm guessing everything checked out ok. of course 20 minutes later her door was still open and she was still yelling about the fumes. i could also hear the melodious sounds of her favorite lysol can, shooshing around her apt. in retrospect, i suppose it would have been neighborly of me to go over there and suggest that the constant lysol spraying might be contributing to the phantom fumes that plague her apartment. oh well.

so i'm imagining it's only a matter of time before there is some sort of totally ridiculous missy/chrissy/nutty old lady run-in, as she's growing battier by the day. my guess is the melee will involve someone getting maced with lysol. can't wait. stay tuned. and if you don't hear from us for a few days, call the polizia over to our apt. thanks kids.