Jump In... the crazy's fine.

I may have stolen that from Special K but it' fitting for today's post.... before I begin that, I must comment that celebrating Little friday generally ruins Big Friday for me... can someone please pass me the fries.. Thanks, that'll go well with my 2 litre of water.

Anyways, for the regulars, you know that I've moved a number of times these past 10 years or so. From Tsawwassen to New West. From New West to Richmond. From Richmond to Marpole. From Marpole to Cambie (sight of the lost diamond ring) From there BACK to Tsawwassen which finally saw me land in Downtown Vancouver where I started deep in the West end slowly making my way east first at Thurlow, then Howe finally having me reside in the cusp of Yaletown.

With all of my moves and all of the years living downtown, I would have to say the craziest place I lived in was NOT the west end but rather the sleepy suburb of Richmond.... Yes, all of the flat land, planes & malls make you go off the deep end.

May be it wasn't Richmond as much as it was my apartment building. No... wait, I take that back ... it was Richmond. There was crazy all over the place. I forgot about the dude we named Chuckles as he just walked up & down Richmond Centre laughing to himself & mumbling what must be really good jokes.

But my apartment building left something to be desired. The apartment across the hall from me must have been reserved for residents from a halfway house as I don't know how else to explain the two ladies that lived there during my stay. The first one... well, she was fine and so was her boyfriend as long as he stayed on his medication.

One day as I was rushing out of my apartment to go teach an aerobics class (Yes.. yes.. another time another place people) But I was rushing out & realized I forgot something & in classic Leanne manner, cussed in the hallway & ran back in to get my item. When I re-entered the hallway there was a slightly older man standing quite ominously in front of me yelling the top of his lungs "Stop saying those things about us".

Me: "What did I say?"
Actually, I didn't cuss loudly but I'm worried he mistook my mumblings for something directed at him.

Him: You know what you said
Me: No, honestly.. I didn't say anything. What did you hear?
Him: It's too disgusting to repeat
Me, totally baffled: I've never even seen you before. Why would I say anything?
This is true as I had never seen him before in my life nor since then thank god.

This goes back & forth for quite some time & he's just eyeing me up and down and I'm starting to sweat the fact I may be late for my class. He begins to mellow out again...

Him: Well, if it's not you that's saying that, then sorry.. but if you are... STOP IT!

Me: ok? and I rushed off.

When I got back a little over an hour later, I hear a knock at my door. Great! Part II.

It's my neighbor looking a little sheepish. She came over & asked if I said anything to management. Unfortunately for me I hadn't as I hadn't had the time and it hadn't occurred to me yet because I was still confused at everything that transpired.

She went on to explain her boyfriend was OFF his medication and she wouldn't let him back into the building until he started up again...

Great. Just what I wanted. A guy who is off his medication that is out to get me.

Unfortunately, the woman who followed her wasn't much better but there's just not enough time in my day to tell you about THAT one.