Ghetto Kitty....

So I'm watching the Simpsons the other night & it was the episode where they travel to Japan. One of my favourites... right at the end they make fun of Canadians (not the only reason I like it) but this episode pretty much doesn't keep anything sacred so it's good for sh*ts & giggles. As they were flying over they point out the different production factories, and one was the Hello Kitty Factory which was depicted as being all run down & dodgy. I would love to think that a toy endeared to millions (even I collected the stickers when I was wee) would come from a delapitated building but alas, this only reminded me of my neighbor a few years back....

Ghetto Kitty kind of reminds me of when I lived in Richmond (and for those that know about Richmond, I'm not going there........ ) but I'm acutally referring to the ghetto building I seemed to have resided in. After the Schizo moved out, a single woman I'd say mid to late 30's moved in across the hall from me. She pretty much kept to herself & I only saw her periodically as she left her apartment with her ugly yellowed out fried hair, ski jacket & tight acid wash jeans. By the way it's 1998 so either she transplanted herself from Surrey or was in a time warp.

Never had a problem with her. Because I was in school, I tended to stay up late w/ various projects etc... So you could imagine my surprise when the buzzer for the front door went off one night.

"RCMP, can you please let us into the building?"
"Uh... hold on" I decided to run downstairs because if it really was the RCMP, yes, they probably needed to be let in but I was more convinced that it was a prank caller or some random dude but no in fact it was the police and they proceeded straight to her apartment.

The banged on the door & you could hear her yelling "I didn't call the RCMP" in the most slurred out voice possible. You just know she was stumbling as she said it. Perhaps even threw her empty glass at the door. I shook my head & disappeared into my place only to be aroused by some more ruckus not too long after.. Yes, miss keeps to herself was being wheeled out on a stretcher fully strapped down...... I hate to say it but it's even more reason to avert your eyes in the hall.

I pretty much had forgotten all about it & went about my way. That is until one night when I came home late. I distinctly remember it being a Thursday evening & in which case I would have been out of school as there was no time for a social life when I was in class.

But to get to my hallway you would walk up some stairs & then go through two fire doors. The first set just lets you either go straight or turn left... I turn left & go through the 2nd set of doors to my hallway. As soon as I burst through, I see her sprawled out on the floor of the hallway dressed in her nightie, winter coat & what would have been her purse in hand but because she was sprawled was only in the vicinity.

I really just wanted to step over her & poke out my eyes because apparently she didn't wear panties with her nightie & well, it had managed to inch up to high in her state giving the viewer an eyefull.

Only because there were children on the floor did I managed to grab her hand & hoist her up. She slightly came to. I chucked her purse into her apartment, gave her a shove & went to bed. I have no idea if she managed to go to bed... get where she was going or even fall down but that was one mess I didn't want to deal with.

I still can't decide if I'd rather have that living across the hall from me or girlfriend of a paranoid schiz. I'll admit this IS better then living w/ an escort (yea, that was a FUN revelation) and at least w/ the latter of the two, there's medication.