Updates are still few and far between (obviously) because we are without cable and internet – or my two favorite things in life – until Monday. I seriously feel like I’m Amish. I would be a terrible Amish person! But I digress.
Since my resources are limited, I’m going to keep this short, but I wanted to share with you guys the story I alluded to last week. In order for this to make sense, I have to share two things:
I live in a metropolitan area that contains three cities and a few smaller towns. Let’s just say the city I’m in doesn’t have the best reputation. Despite having one of the best universities in the country under its belt, it’s also got a rap as being a bit dangerous.
The other thing you should know is that my office is pretty close to our cleaning lady. She comes in once a week, she’s great, and everyone always loves talking to her. She also fancies herself a clairvoyant. She makes money on the side giving readings over the phone and is kind of revered by the people she works with.
So when she was in the office last week, I asked her (jokingly) if I was going to kill anybody during my move. She said no, and that I was actually meant to move in April (I was supposed to do a LOT of things in April…). Then she confirmed where I was moving, which as it turns out, is around the proverbial corner from where she lives! Great, I’ll have a friend!
But she gets very serious and asks if my new place has an alarm system.
Um.
It does, so I told her that, and she proceeds to go on and tell me how where I live is not a great area. Well, it’s no Stepford, but our actual neighborhood is cookie cutter and seemingly normal. THEN. She tells me I should get pepper spray.
Please don’t say that to me.
I told her that when I asked our landlord if there had ever been any crime in our neighborhood, he said that people who left their cars unlocked had had them broken into.
Her response? “Yeah, he wasn’t being entirely truthful when he said that.”
GOOD GOD, I AM GOING TO DIE. (I have a gift for overreacting.)
Now, I don’t believe in psychics. I wish I did! I think it would be cool if someone could tell me what lotto numbers to pick, or when it was going to rain so I shouldn’t wear my flip-flops. But I just don’t. However. That doesn’t mean it still doesn’t freak me out to hear these things.
I couldn’t figure out if it was this “advice” was coming from a fellow neighbor or from a psychic. I probably should have gotten clarification.
But one week in and I’m still alive, so I’m feeling a bit better. I’ll keep you posted if anything changes.