I come home, put my key in the lock, but my door is already unlocked. This happened to me once before and it was unlocked because my apartment had been robbed and of course the burglars hadn’t bothered (and had no way to) lock the apartment when they were done. Then I hear voices inside! I run to my neighbor’s and call 911.
I’m all panicked. You can see inside my apartment from my neighbor’s kitchen window and I keep looking and looking. The police come. “Just stay where you are …” We wait anxiously. Nothing. I hadn’t been robbed. My apartment is now full of police, who climbed five flights for nothing. AND, it smells a little because the cats did the smellier one while I was out and if I don’t scoop that out right away there’s a problem.
“I’m so sorry! Ugh! I’m sorry,” I kept saying. They were all so nice about it. “This is what you pay your taxes for.” They told me to put bars or gates on my windows and left. Bottom line: I had left my apartment unlocked! So not good.
Mannequin heads in an alley. I passed these by on my way downtown yesterday. They are so artfully placed I wonder if someone put them there on purpose, maybe for some sort of photo shoot? I shot them through a fence.