10-18-2006, 11:39 PM
i went to serve a paper in the bronx today. when i first got to the building, i noticed there was no directory or anyway for me to contact the person i was trying to serve so i had to wait for someone to leave or enter to get into the building. after 5 minutes, this little old lady finally shows up and lets me in. i go up to the second floor and knock on the apartment door of the fellow i was supposed to serve, i did not receive an answer and there was no name on the door. i really try not to make more than one trip to the same address, if i can help it, so i tried to confirm or deny if this guy was living here. i first checked the mailboxes, ofcourse there are no names on any of them and then i went looking for the super. i couldn't find him until a nice young lady got out of the elevator and told me the super had an office in the back of the buidling, i had to walk through a door to get to it. i go out back and knock on the supers door, of course he's not there. i then try and get back into the buidling and the fucking doors locked. now i'm stuck in this fucking shithole backyard banging on the motherfucking door and no one will come and open it. i yelling to the people in the apt's to please come open the door for me but none of those lazy jobless mother fuckers come down to help a poor white boy out. finally after 20 minutes, a nice young man comes to the door and lets me back in the buidling. i finallly get out of the fucking shithole and get back to my car.
as i get into my car the phone starts ringing, it's one of the girls from my office, she's asking me about a paper, as i'm speaking with her, i ask myself "why am i holding the phone", i always have my bluetoothe earpiece turned on and hanging from the power cord going to my phone, so i never hear the phone ring, i always just call back when i notice someone has called me. i look around for it after i hang up and i can't find it anywhere, maybe it fell under the seat orsomething, no big deal. now i'm off and driving the car, i turn on the radio and all i hear is static, so i go to turn on my xm radio, i look down at the space where it usually is and all i see are some wires, some mother fucking scummy XXXXXX, stole my fucking radio and earpiece and my fucking map of westchester. i was so fucking pissed, i felt like i had been raped. i have never had anything stolen from me before, it was very upsetting.
the moral f this story is, don't leave your car unlocked if you're going to be stuck in some buidling in the bronx for half an hour.
as i get into my car the phone starts ringing, it's one of the girls from my office, she's asking me about a paper, as i'm speaking with her, i ask myself "why am i holding the phone", i always have my bluetoothe earpiece turned on and hanging from the power cord going to my phone, so i never hear the phone ring, i always just call back when i notice someone has called me. i look around for it after i hang up and i can't find it anywhere, maybe it fell under the seat orsomething, no big deal. now i'm off and driving the car, i turn on the radio and all i hear is static, so i go to turn on my xm radio, i look down at the space where it usually is and all i see are some wires, some mother fucking scummy XXXXXX, stole my fucking radio and earpiece and my fucking map of westchester. i was so fucking pissed, i felt like i had been raped. i have never had anything stolen from me before, it was very upsetting.
the moral f this story is, don't leave your car unlocked if you're going to be stuck in some buidling in the bronx for half an hour.