The Mrs Lecter story...the tragic ending
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 4:26 pm
This weekend I drove up to NoCal to visit my parents, accidentally leaving my alarm clock activated in the room I rent from Mrs. Lecter. Saturday morning at 7:30AM, Valerie called and left two messages. The first was her saying that she didn't know where I was, which was completely unacceptable. Evidently I'm required to check in and out with my roommate before going anywhere. :rollem: She then said in her message that if I didn't show up immediately to open the door and shut off the alarm that she would call a locksmith and add the cost to my rent.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRING*
Valerie: Hello?
Me: Hi Valerie, it's Mike.
Valerie: Yes?
Me: I totally apologize for leaving my alarm on.
Valerie: Well I already called a locksmith, so the alarm has been shut off.
Me: I have no problem paying for the cost of that.
Valerie: Do you have any idea how much torture you've put me through? Do you know what it does to me to have a sound like that blaring over and over and over again? Do you know the thoughts that run through my head when I can't stop a noise like that? I told you that such a thing activates uncontrollable crippling psychotic thoughts in my mind! And to make matters worse, you leave without telling me where you're going and I don't even have a way to get in contact with you!!!
Me: Uh, you're talking to me on my cell phone… I'd say we're "in contact", wouldn't you?
Valerie: Well…uh…I tried your other number that you gave me and it said it's been disconnected. I'm sure you gave me a wrong number on purpose. But to make matters worse, not only did you leave your alarm on, but you haven't even had the courtesy to apologize yet.
Me: Uh, that's the first thing I did when we started talking.
Valerie: Well apology NOT accepted.
Me: I guess that's your prerogative.
Valerie: How do you think I felt not having a way to get in that room?
Me: Sorry, but I have a right to have a lock on my door.
Valerie: YOU HAVE NO SUCH RIGHT! IT'S *MY* HOUSE!!!
Me: It might be your walls, floor and ceiling, but when you rented the room to me, the space in between became mine until I leave. For someone who claimed to be a paralegal at one point, you sure don't know crap about the law surrounding renting out an apartment.
Valerie: Yes, I *do* know about the law and I have the right to have a key to that room for just such an emergency.
Me: And you would have a key to the room if you weren't a psycho who advocating the killing of all white men and throwing all women with young children in the gas chamber.
Valerie: I never said that! You're taking things out of context!!!
Me: How could I take it out of context if you never said it.
Valerie: Uh...well...uh...That's not what I said and you know it.
Me: Oh, you want to play the chick game where if someone doesn't quote you verbatim then you claim you "didn't say that"? Fine. Did you say the words "young mothers", "children" and "gas chamber" in combination with one another.
Valerie: *silence*
Me: Well?
Valerie: This arrangement clearly isn't working out.
Me: Why, because I lobbed a mirror up in front of your face, froot loop?
Valerie: I am not a froot loop!
Me: Okay, okay. Let's go for something more technical then. Would you consider yourself clinically insane or legally insane?
Valerie: I don't have to listen to this!! I have rights!
Me: Yes, I know…the ADA. Aw, you're such a victim. Boo hoo. Let's all feel sorry for poor crazy Valerie the looney toon…or not.
Valerie: Well...well... I saw your room and it was a mess. There were a bunch of dirty clothes in the closet and the bed wasn't even made.
Me: Yeah, yeah. I'm really worried about what you think of my housekeeping habits. Listen, when I get back you will give me the key that the locksmith made for you.
Valerie: I will not!
Me: Then I'll put another lock on the door.
Valerie: You will do no such thing!!!
Me: Yes I wiiiiiiiiiilllll…
Valerie: No you won't!!!
Me: Not only will I slap a new lock on the door, but I'll keep doing so as long as you keep calling locksmiths. It costs me eight bucks for a new door lock. How much does it cost you for a locksmith? Oooooops!
Valerie: Well that's it. I refuse to live with someone so abusive.
Me: Fine, I'll be out by Monday.
Valerie: Oh, and by the way, my friend from MIT said you had no right to put a lock on the door.
Me: Really? My Dad has a PhD from UCLA and he says that you're a froot loop.
Valerie: Are you through? Is there anything else to say here, because I refuse to be threatened in this manner.
Me: Who's threatening you? I haven't threatened you.
Valerie: I'm talking about your alarm clock.
Me: You feel threatened by my…alarm clock?
Valerie: YES!!!
Me: And you're not completely out of your mind.
Valerie: No, I'm not. And I want you out of my house!
Me: You can't throw me out, I already said I'm leaving.
Valerie: Do you have anything else to say, because as far as I'm concerned this conversation is OVER.
Me: Yes, just one more thing….FROOT LOOP!
*click*
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRING*
Valerie: Hello?
Me: Hi Valerie, it's Mike.
Valerie: Yes?
Me: I totally apologize for leaving my alarm on.
Valerie: Well I already called a locksmith, so the alarm has been shut off.
Me: I have no problem paying for the cost of that.
Valerie: Do you have any idea how much torture you've put me through? Do you know what it does to me to have a sound like that blaring over and over and over again? Do you know the thoughts that run through my head when I can't stop a noise like that? I told you that such a thing activates uncontrollable crippling psychotic thoughts in my mind! And to make matters worse, you leave without telling me where you're going and I don't even have a way to get in contact with you!!!
Me: Uh, you're talking to me on my cell phone… I'd say we're "in contact", wouldn't you?
Valerie: Well…uh…I tried your other number that you gave me and it said it's been disconnected. I'm sure you gave me a wrong number on purpose. But to make matters worse, not only did you leave your alarm on, but you haven't even had the courtesy to apologize yet.
Me: Uh, that's the first thing I did when we started talking.
Valerie: Well apology NOT accepted.
Me: I guess that's your prerogative.
Valerie: How do you think I felt not having a way to get in that room?
Me: Sorry, but I have a right to have a lock on my door.
Valerie: YOU HAVE NO SUCH RIGHT! IT'S *MY* HOUSE!!!
Me: It might be your walls, floor and ceiling, but when you rented the room to me, the space in between became mine until I leave. For someone who claimed to be a paralegal at one point, you sure don't know crap about the law surrounding renting out an apartment.
Valerie: Yes, I *do* know about the law and I have the right to have a key to that room for just such an emergency.
Me: And you would have a key to the room if you weren't a psycho who advocating the killing of all white men and throwing all women with young children in the gas chamber.
Valerie: I never said that! You're taking things out of context!!!
Me: How could I take it out of context if you never said it.
Valerie: Uh...well...uh...That's not what I said and you know it.
Me: Oh, you want to play the chick game where if someone doesn't quote you verbatim then you claim you "didn't say that"? Fine. Did you say the words "young mothers", "children" and "gas chamber" in combination with one another.
Valerie: *silence*
Me: Well?
Valerie: This arrangement clearly isn't working out.
Me: Why, because I lobbed a mirror up in front of your face, froot loop?
Valerie: I am not a froot loop!
Me: Okay, okay. Let's go for something more technical then. Would you consider yourself clinically insane or legally insane?
Valerie: I don't have to listen to this!! I have rights!
Me: Yes, I know…the ADA. Aw, you're such a victim. Boo hoo. Let's all feel sorry for poor crazy Valerie the looney toon…or not.
Valerie: Well...well... I saw your room and it was a mess. There were a bunch of dirty clothes in the closet and the bed wasn't even made.
Me: Yeah, yeah. I'm really worried about what you think of my housekeeping habits. Listen, when I get back you will give me the key that the locksmith made for you.
Valerie: I will not!
Me: Then I'll put another lock on the door.
Valerie: You will do no such thing!!!
Me: Yes I wiiiiiiiiiilllll…
Valerie: No you won't!!!
Me: Not only will I slap a new lock on the door, but I'll keep doing so as long as you keep calling locksmiths. It costs me eight bucks for a new door lock. How much does it cost you for a locksmith? Oooooops!
Valerie: Well that's it. I refuse to live with someone so abusive.
Me: Fine, I'll be out by Monday.
Valerie: Oh, and by the way, my friend from MIT said you had no right to put a lock on the door.
Me: Really? My Dad has a PhD from UCLA and he says that you're a froot loop.
Valerie: Are you through? Is there anything else to say here, because I refuse to be threatened in this manner.
Me: Who's threatening you? I haven't threatened you.
Valerie: I'm talking about your alarm clock.
Me: You feel threatened by my…alarm clock?
Valerie: YES!!!
Me: And you're not completely out of your mind.
Valerie: No, I'm not. And I want you out of my house!
Me: You can't throw me out, I already said I'm leaving.
Valerie: Do you have anything else to say, because as far as I'm concerned this conversation is OVER.
Me: Yes, just one more thing….FROOT LOOP!
*click*