Hercules Problem is Solved
So for the past month, I have been trying to figure out a nice way to deal with the Hercules situation. It had gotten to the point where his constant phone calls and SMSes were obnoxious rather than flattering. In fact, I quit answering my cell phone to any unknown numbers because he began calling me from friends’ phones and other local numbers. A girl can’t be too careful. My plan had been to eventually figure out a way to return his DVD player because that would end all ties and I could certainly do it politely. Also that would give me time to figure out how to say “Let’s just be friends”, which I would hope he did not take literally.
Instead, he rang my doorbell today around 3pm. It unnerves me when people ring it without calling first after the unpleasantness of the smelly creepy soccer player (he kept trying to talk to me for several months over the summer and would ring the doorbell relentlessly). I nervously answered the intercom and recognized his voice. I said I was leaving for church soon and would be late, but then he asked for his DVD player. I brought it down to the entry door right away and he started saying stuff in Italian, like “I’m sorry” and “I don’t speak English” and the poor guy was looking at his shoes the entire time. I tried to say that I know English is hard (so is Italian but I digress) and that I understood. So at least the problem solved itself and I was able to give him his DVD player back without too much awkwardness. In fact, I even began to think I’d start answering the doorbell.
So I started to leave for church but forgot to blow the candle out. I went back inside to blow it out and left the apartment door open to the common stairwell. Next thing I know, some Italian guy is walking into my apartment. After getting so startled I dropped my purse, I screamed. Turns out he was a handyman and had walked into the wrong apartment. Since my door was open, he thought it was mine. He must have been pretty dang confused because I am the only apartment on the TOP floor so he’d climbed an extra set of stairs. Anyway, he apologized profusely and ran back down the stairs quickly and hurried into the correct apartment. But it still shocked me enough to the point where I will most definitely be using caution once again with the buzzer.
January 13th, 2007 at 9:33 pm
That’s too bad about Hercules, but at least things are tied up now.
January 14th, 2007 at 5:54 pm
Thanks. The initial thrill was kind of cool but unfortunately it led to annoyance pretty quickly. I was very grateful to the powers that be that I had such an easy out.