Posted at 11:30 AM Apr 20, 2009By Andrea Grimes
|I would feel so much safer if these dudes were always on patrol.|
" .... [he] sat outside the door waiting for me to let him in. Because I was working on a cardio machine and trying to maintain my heart rate, I didn't want to interrupt my workout to open the door. He eventually tired of waiting and left. Should I have stopped and let the person in the door? Or should he have gone back to get his access card?"I'm having trouble seeing how this is even remotely a question of etiquette. No, you should not let the person without an access card into the building if you don't know they live there. Not even a little bit. I don't care if it's Barack Effing Obama, dude stands outside until he proves he has a reason to be there.
I'm sensitive to this issue because last year, my crappy, old first floor apartment was broken into when I wasn't home--it happened seconds after I left, actually, which means somebody was watching me, which creeps me the fuck out. Door was kicked in, and a couple thousand dollars worth of computer equipment was stolen. While many of my neighbors heard it happen, nobody had the gumption to call the police. I came home to a gaping hole in my wall and two very scared kitties, which was maybe the worst part of all.
The incident was made ever more affecting because I have always been an uneasy single dweller. Unfortunately, I also hate living with people. I opt for living alone instead of the living hell that is having a roommate as I'd rather lose sleep because I'm neurotic than lose sleep and become a passive-aggressive nutbag who seethes with every minute a television is on too loud in the next room. A service to you, really.
So while before I used to have neurotic fantasies about how I'd be raped and killed in my own home, I now have a very specific incident to lead me to envision ever more vivid death fantasies. Which is why I recently moved to an overpriced, security-ridden apartment where there is at least the illusion of safety via access cards, parking gates, guards, etc.
I just about lose my shit when friends come over and, while I'm in the process of going to let them in, some other resident lets them into the elevator, parking garage, etc. I think it's incredibly dangerous, not to mention rude. What's the point of having the illusion of safety if that illusion is constantly shattered by "nice" people?
Any other single lady-dwellers have similar feelings/neuroses?