Dy 267: I fought the law...

I remember this great show on NBC called Something So Right, with Mel Harris and Jere Burns. They get married, try to blend their lives, kids, exes, etc., and hilarity ensues, of course. One episode the daughter comes home and says, "Guess who's pregnant?," and the Dad flips out. Then the son comes home and says, "Guess who's pregnant?," and the Mom freaks out. So they all agree next time to say, "I'm not pregnant, but guess who is?"*

That's a roundabout way of saying I didn't commit a felony or witness a crime, but I got stopped by a cop today.

Leaving the metro, iPod in, distracted by a hectic work day, I realize a cop is making eye contact with me. Important to note that:

• I am not wearing my jeans with potential exposure issues.
• I am not carrying a to-go cup of margarita.
• I did not jaywalk, most shockingly of all.

So I stop and he introduces himself as my neighborhood cop, with a "footbeat" encompassing several blocks around my apartment. I got scared when he knew which apartment was mine, but that's his job, and he said he's seen me in the mornings. And he talked to the roommate on move-in day.

I'm sure he got suspicious, however, when the color drained from my face and my voice shook at first, because I was afraid something had happened at the apartment, but he seems like a nice guy. And, I mean, it can't hurt to have a cop on your side. (Ignoring the movies and songs that try to persuade us otherwise.)

*Later on, the joke continues with the daughter saying, "I didn't throw up at school today, but guess who did?" Oh well, I thought it was funny.

Day 262: Who says delinquency is a bad thing?

Living (virtually) on my own in a city requires the development of certain survival techniques. Super human speed to catch the metro before the doors close. Not breathing out of your nose for a sustained length of time when walking in certain areas or sitting near certain people. Needing to break into your own apartment when you've misplaced your key. Or not, as that really has never happened to me. But in case it ever does, I tried to open a door with a library card. Tried being the key word, as it didn't exactly work.However, the roommate tried - I should mention this is not a new thing for her - and of course it worked. So I guess if I ever do lose my key and get locked out, I'll need to have her with me.

Day 247: Arrgh, matey

When our basement tenant moved out, he took the internet with him. Thus it has been a sad week at Chez B&B. Which led us to seek out unsecured internet connections in our area. Which resulted in the roommate and I sitting in our window seat, desperately pirating/connecting to the lovely "Clarke" network. Our connection may be poor, but our pride and desperation is even poorer*.
*Proper English? I'm going with yes. "For richer or poorer," after all.