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I was woken up by the sound of wrustling outside my bedroom window.
I heard the gate creek, which shouldn’t have happened because the gate was supposed to be shut.
So of course, I did the best thing I could think of, which was to call the police.
The officer said it was a good thing I called because the specimens of brilliance hired by the apartment complex to paint the place left everyone’s gate wide-open.
Brilliant guys, brilliant.
Anyway, it wasn’t people, but lots of plastic and cardboard boxes wrustling around out there.
It just sounded way too much like someone moving around in the bushes, which even the cop agreed with.
He said a box came at him and he almost shot it.
He also said he’d be around tonight and tomorrow night since he expects the painters will be back after the holiday, and everyone’s gates will undoubtedly be left open.
When I got home from work yesterday, I noticed the painters were out there, and heard several of them speaking Spanish to each other.
Maybe I shouldn’t have, but the first thing I thought was “illegals.”
I feel slightly bad for thinking that, but only slightly.
I should write a thank-you letter to the apartment complex for looking out for our security.
Yes, the gate and/or fence could be kicked down, but that’s not the point.
Right now, anyone can just walk right in.

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