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Our neighbor, the Scary Chinese Cook, apparently just had a fight with the girl who I think is his daughter, who hasn't been around for months. She's a big, strapping girl and can really slam around. I'm not sure if she went down the back stairs after screaming, "Get the fuck away from me!" or what. There was a loud slamming noise that might have been the back door and then her shouts got fainter. Hard for me to tell, as I was just waking up, and at the other end of my apartment. I'm hoping that noise wasn't her body slamming against the wall or floor and then her shouts got fainter as she ... gave up, or something. She is a strong-looking girl, definitely not someone I'd want to be put in a ring with, so I'm going to hope for the best. By the time I had gotten up and put some clothes on, he had gone down the front stairs and his apartment was silent. It was all over pretty quickly.
And I had just gotten to thinking that maybe my first impression of him as scary was not fair. Now I'm scared of him all over again.
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Okay, now I feel like a real ass, and I have to let all of you know just why - because, you know, that's how I am; it somehow assuages my guilt about being an ass to tell the world.
The police are here, and I popped my head out into the hall. The door was open so I could look straight down the front hall of the neighboring apartment, and I could see half the male cop's back and the female cop's back, standing in the kitchen (they always bring a male and female team to a domestic scene).
He said, "We're just going to have you fill out a paper saying we saw you and that you're going to take yourself to the hospital."
Scary Chinese Cook's voice responded, "Okay," and he moved his head into the picture, if I'd had any doubt.
I shut the door quickly, hoping he didn't see me.
So - it looks like I really should NOT call him Scary Chinese Cook. I should call her Scary Maybe Daughter. Apparently it was her I heard going down the front stairs with those hard-soled boots. I hope she didn't hurt him badly.
And I had just gotten to thinking that maybe my first impression of him as scary was not fair. Now I'm scared of him all over again.
eta
Okay, now I feel like a real ass, and I have to let all of you know just why - because, you know, that's how I am; it somehow assuages my guilt about being an ass to tell the world.
The police are here, and I popped my head out into the hall. The door was open so I could look straight down the front hall of the neighboring apartment, and I could see half the male cop's back and the female cop's back, standing in the kitchen (they always bring a male and female team to a domestic scene).
He said, "We're just going to have you fill out a paper saying we saw you and that you're going to take yourself to the hospital."
Scary Chinese Cook's voice responded, "Okay," and he moved his head into the picture, if I'd had any doubt.
I shut the door quickly, hoping he didn't see me.
So - it looks like I really should NOT call him Scary Chinese Cook. I should call her Scary Maybe Daughter. Apparently it was her I heard going down the front stairs with those hard-soled boots. I hope she didn't hurt him badly.
