Police Blotter
There was high drama at our apartment building last night. I had gone out for my belated birthday dinner with my roommate, Matt (very belated, but I still owe him one and his birthday is in November) and when we pulled up to our apartment building around 9:30, it was surrounded by police cars. There were five of them there and one more was pulling up. Matt leaned out the window to ask one of the policemen standing around what was up, and apparently one of the apartments had been burgled. It was not ours, but our little building only has four apartments in it, so it still strikes close to home. Apparently, someone had broke and climbed through the kitchen window of one of the apartments on the first floor during the day at some point. The women who live there came home from work to discover glass on the floor, etc. The policeman who came up to talk to us alluded to the idea that since we have a bus stop in front of our apartment, the riffraff is particularly closeby. He told us to call them if anyone looks a "little whacky." We're also directly across the street from the metro, so the entire metropolitan area has access to our apartment. Anyway, I'm not sure how I feel about being all suspicious of people riding the bus. There is actually one dude who is always around the King street metro who freaks me out a little bit. He hangs around the entryways and pretends that he's about to go in, but then backs out and walks the circumference of the place before fake entering again. He carries a briefcase and stumbles around. I see him about once a week.

On another note, when Matt and I pulled into the parking lot of Shirlington to go to Carlyle Grand (I had the pork tenderloin and lobster bisque, which was nothing short of amazing), we pulled in next to this man and a woman who were standing by a car. It was clear that the woman was getting in and they were saying their goodnights. We couldn't help but hear her say to him something like: "...well, good luck with everything." and he was looking downright dejected. Matt pointed out afterward that we witnessed the guy getting blown off after a first date...which was brutal. I can watch humiliation on reality TV, but can't stand it in real life, because the people who are the reality shows kind of ask for it. Plus, this guy seemed to be kind of socially inept, which just depressed me all the more.