When I first started my "career" in 1980, I moved into a 4-plex with a friend.
The plex had a simple, open floor plan. We moved into the top floor, across from 2 girls fresh out of high school.
I worked the 2 p.m to 11:30 p.m. shift.
It wasn't unusual to come home on Fridays to a rip-roaring poker game after work. I can't tell you how often the police were called! (We were all on first name basis)
Anyway, one particular night, it was all, ahem, ladies at the poker game.
I had barely gotten home, when the 2 girls across the hall came SCREAMING into our apartment. They dropped to the floor, cowering and crying.
The poker game forgotten, we finally got one of them to take a breath.
She told us she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and there, looking through their 2nd floor kitchen window, was a strange man.
So, we brave poker-playing soldiers, armed with lit cigarettes, spike heels*, and one baseball bat, walked to the back of our plex.
Lo and behold-an extension ladder was propped against the side of the building. Under their window.
One of "the gals" said "Hey, that's a nice ladder!" And promptly loaded it into her truck.The whole situation did not bother her ONE bit. Or any of the other ladies. Game continued.
I had trouble sleeping after that...my bedroom window remained vulnerable on that side of the building.
*no heels were broken during the real life occurrence, or the writing of this story 
No police showed up THIS night....
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