So... it is Friday night and as usual I am staying in. Just before 9pm I heard a bang, as if something had either hit the house, or fallen down inside. Within a minute or two, I heard a knock on the front door. Hmm... I knew it wasn't anyone I knew. I turned the outside light on and opened the door to find a girl in her late teens or early twenties... crying. I think I startled her.
"Some guy just threw my cell phone against your house, do you have a flashlight?"
"Oh, so that's what that sound was. Sure, I'll be right out." I grabbed the small flashlight which I keep handy and quickly looked for the bigger one, but with no luck. Put my shoes on and went outside and around the corner of the house with the girl. She pointed out to where she thought it should be and yes... there it was lying near the rosebush. The girl, still crying, picked up the two pieces and was trying to put it together. I was calm (scanning the area as well), and asked her a couple questions.
"Do you know this guy?"
"Yes, he's a friend of mine. He was drunk and he threw my phone against your house." (Hmmm.. she had originally said "some" guy.)"
"Were you driving with him?"
"No, he's around here somewhere... He went that way."
"Can you check to see if the phone works?"
"It lights up but I think he broke the screen."
"Can you make a call?"
"I don't know." (I was thinking, "Can you press the numbers without looking at the screen?") She tried again.
"Do you have someplace to go?"
"Yes I am going to his house." (Me: incredulous... wha?)
"Do you think you can call me a taxi?"
"Sure. Wait right here on the porch where there's light." I went inside... tried to remember one of the cab company numbers, but got it wrong.. Had to check the phonebook.... had to get the magnifying glass. When I told the cab company guy, it sounded like he was already headed this way, so I am thinking that the young girl had called for the cab BEFORE the guy had thrown the cell phone against the house. I went back outside to let her know the cab was on its way, just as he was pulling up.
Makes me wonder. Her "some guy" friend was drunk BEFORE 9pm... he got mad and threw her phone at my house and stormed off.... MADE HER CRY ... AND she was STILL going to go to his house.
Yup.... that is about exciting as my life gets. I'm just glad he didn't throw it higher as it probably would have smashed a window. I have really old windows... single pane glass, the kind that shatter when struck by projectiles.