Just A Regular Day at the High in the Sky Homestead

This was the scene across the street from my apartment building last night:
Ambulances, fire truck, police, men with big hoses. I have no idea what was going on but it seems as if a fire alarm or something went off at the Sears Automotive there. I saw no smoke or flames, and the place is just fine and open for business today.

Remember that guy from Christmas morning, the one who threw the phone at his girlfriend and whom I should have called the cops on? On Sunday, he was in the lobby of the building cussing out some guy at the top of his lungs. The "concierge" service (don't get too impressed, they are there to take packages, make sure unaccompanied guests sign in, and pretend that they are actually "security" -- and this new contractor doesn't even to the second because they buzz in anyone) didn't even blink an eye at this very heated and very "fuck" filled exchange.

Then, when I got on the elevator, who should hop on with me? Yep. I eyed the emergecy call button, judging how quickly I could hit it if he did anything like throw a phone.

At which point, he took out his phone. Mercifully, he didn't throw it. He called someone and started to cuss them out, too. The whole gist of his complaints seemed to be that he asked these people to do something for him RIGHT NOW and they didn't hop up and do it for him RIGHT NOW.

"Jeez," I thought, "what a volatile jackass!"

When I got off of the elevator, another woman was unloading new furniture from IKEA from another elevator and setting it down in the hall near the volatile jackass's apartment. I couldn't determine if she was moving in to the apartment next to his or his apartment. I'm hoping that it was next door, because he didn't give her a second look nor offer to help. He just kept yelling "muthafucka do what I say" into his phone.

I could tell that a dog lives with him. Poor dog.

It's just all drama all the time at my place, isn't it? I'm hoping the woman from Christmas has left him for good.