f/u to crazy patio climbing guy story

OK, so the real and complete story of what happened with the poor lady in my building who looked up to see  the dude on her 3rd story balcony has come to light and it does vary a bit from my original understanding - it seems that:

Crazy drunk high guy was indeed watching a unit in the building for his friend, a renter, not an owner, in the building, but in his drunken/high stupor could only remember the door code, but couldn't find the key to the dude's place on Sunday night.

SO - he went to the 3rd floor, where his friend's unit was located, not sure what his plan was, but lucky for him, the two dumbest girls in the world (it seems) also live on that floor, next door to his buddy, and they were having a party and had their door wide open, so drunk/high guy walked right in, told his drunk_ass tale, and announced he was going to climb over onto his buddy's balcony and gain entry to the unit that way.  AND THE GIRLS SAID OK!

So, dumb_ass climbs over onto his buddy's patio, but finds that his friend has locked all of his doors (something I am now doing too!) so he continues on over to the balcony on the OTHER side of his buddy's place, probably having become disoriented as to which side he came from.   It is there that poor neighbor lady is getting ready for bed, looks out her window and sees him, grabs her two french bulldogs and flees into the hall while calling 911 and rousing other neighbors for help (including the two incredibly stupid girls who aided the dumb_ass.)

Cut to Tuesday when the "friend" who rents the unit the offender was attempting to gain access to returns, and has the NERVE to go next door and ask the poor woman to drop the charges against his stupid friend!  Uh, HELL NO!!!  In addition sir, after crafting a huge butt kiss letter to all the folks in the building about how sorry you are for endangering all of us, I would probably look for a new place to live - no one wants to see your face around here dude.

In other news, the people who live next door to my parents' old house in northern Broomfield, in a total fancy-pants sub-division, got broken into while they were at THE GROCERY STORE over the weekend - they were only gone like an hour, so clearly the robbers were staking the joint out or something, and they got the TVs and computers and other electronic stuff - it wasn't even fully dark out when it happened!

So evidently Keri will be looking for a house in the fictional town of Plesantville, so that no creepy dudes can get us.