Thursday evening, 7/5/12, a knock came on our door. Maybe about 7:45 or so. Right after that knock, I would SWEAR I heard the doorknob being rattled. We were sitting on the couch right next to the door. I was not happy, to say the least.
The kid (?) at the door claimed to be named Christopher and was selling something in a spray bottle. My sweetie and I were too concerned that this kid tried our doorknob to listen to the pitch. The nerve! He offered an argument for a bit, denying all the way. I sent him on his way with, "God keep you." He'd need it around this duplex.
Okay, so usually no one knows this building is a duplex. So the sign on Effie's door, "Want the RED TRUCK" or Effie herself must have told him to knock on our door.
Next morning: a smallish amount of some weird substance that looked like a squirrel had thrown up mayonnaise, pickle relish, and orange pulp was splattered on our porch step. Not sure what that was about. It definitely didn't come out of a human, I'll tell you that much.
THIS morning, around 11AM, I went out to my car, which was parked in its usual spot out in the front of the duplex, on the public street. Someone had used a black felt marker to scribble nonsense patterns on my windshield, both side windows, on the back window, and even unfolded my driver's side mirror to mark a simplistic line.
I took photos of the marks and brought my sweetie out to witness the vandalism first-hand. I had to keep an appointment, and I could see through the marks well enough, so they're still there. I plan to leave them there at least until I get a chance to report the "artwork" to the police.
Whether "Christopher" or Effie did it, it all comes back to Effie. But for her actions, "Christopher" would never have come to our door. Or, also not inconceivable, Effie got drunk and did it herself.
Someone needs to do some serious growing up.
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