This just happened and it was so funny I had to report right away!
So it’s about 1:45am and me and Annie are watching a movie, Maggie is reorganizing the bathroom. Nothing out of the norm. All of the sudden I hear our buzzer ring. I sit for a second to think about who it would be 1) because everyone is home 2) We arent expecting anyone 3) It’s 1:45 am. The rule in our apartment is that if we don’t know the person at the door we DO NOT let them in. Good rule of thumb right?
The buzzer rings again so I go to answer, “It’s the police! Open the door.”I don’t necessarily believe him, so I get advice, “ummmm Annie apparently the police want in?” She jumps out of her half asleep state, “DO NOT open the door!!! We don’t even know if it’s the police!” Honestly I kinda agree with her at this point. You hear stories all the time about things like this and it’s really hoodies. So I ask again, “who is this?” The man is slightly agitated, “THE POLICE! Now open the door.” I still don’t really believe him. The buzzer is rung again and held into for about 5 seconds. I call for Maggie, “Maggie supposedly the police are at our door. What should I do?” She instructs, “well you should probably let them in, it’s not like they can break in the door if it’s not the police.” Annie yells down the hall to Maggie, “NAH AH! DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR! WE DONT KNOW IF ITS THE POLICE!!! If it is the police they have their ways of getting in! It’s the police !!”I didn’t know what to do at this point. It felt like I had the angel on one shoulder telling me what to do and the devil on the other. The truth is, maybe it is the police, but what if it’s not? We do live in Bed-Stuy after all. So I say to them over the buzzer, “uuum sorry, I’m not the super, I’m not going to let you in. I don’t even know who you are.” He literally yells, “OPEN THE DOOR! ITS THE POLICE!” Well I’m thinking, “do not get loud with me!” Annie actually says it, “oh no, if that was the police they have no business yelling.”
Whatever, if it’s the police they”ll figure it out. I go back to movie with Annie. Annie is dozing off and all of a sudden I hear footsteps. I calmly walk down the hall to Maggie, “Maggie I hear footsteps, do you hear it?” No joke, Annie rolls off the futon and crawls on her hands and knees to the bathroom where me and Maggie are, “WHAT!!! FOOTSTEPS!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!” I start cracking up and Maggie tries to be the voice of reason, “they can’t break in, it will be fine.” Annie’s hysteria continues, “SHHHHHHHH! SHHHHHH! Can we call the guys are something!? Did you lock the door? What if someone shoots through the windows!!?” I assured her, “yes, I locked the door.” Maggie walks to the door, “no you didn’t lock it.” “Yeah, I did. The chain lock is broken though.” Maggie reports back to Annie, “It’s fine I don’t hear anything anymore.” Annie crawls back to the futon. I say jokingly, “Hey you should call the police department to see if they actually sent someone.” Without hesitation Annie grabs her phone. I stop her, “I was just kidding you can’t actually call 911 for that.” Annie turns to me, “why not?” I shrug my shoulders, “eh, go ahead. It will be good material for the blog.” Annie calls 911…
Turns out it was the cops. They ring other doors to get in.
We never let them in. Its 2am in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Can ya blame us?
Annie hangs up, “You know I would die for you. I just don’t want to get shot.” Within 2 minutes shes snoring and I’m writing.
Maybe next time we”ll believe them?