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[wickedflea]

Some stupid bastard kept buzzing me at 2 a.m. to let him in the building. Our conversation over the intercom went something like this:

*buzzzz*

Yes?

Hi.

Who is this?

Stefan.

Wrong apartment, dude.

*buzzzzzzz*

What EEEEES it man?!?

Stefan.

WHAT'D YOU CALL ME, YOU FUCK?

*buzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Who the fuck is this?

Stefan.

YOU HAVE THE WRONG FUCKING APARTMENT.

*buzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Who do you want?!?!?!

Stefan.

I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT.

*long silence*

*buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

What the fuck do you WANT?!?

Stefan.

I'm gonna call the fucking COPS if you don't quit buzzing me, motherfucker.

*sound of dude going out the front door of the building*

I'll bet you anything that when I go outside, I'll find the name Stefan keyed into my car.

Comments

[mipplet.livejournal.com]

That happened at our old apartment building all the time, and I never understood it. There were 10 apartments and each buzzer was located underneath a clearly labeled mailbox.

People are idiots.

[cynical5679.livejournal.com]

maybe it was Stephan

[4hour-ramona.livejournal.com]

dave's not here, man.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Years ago, I remember when people would buzz every stinking apt. in the building. Gah!

You should've gone to the top of the building and dropped a water balloon on him. Hee.

[ekrypt.livejournal.com]

THAT'S REALLY WEIRD, MY FIRST NAME IS STEFAN. and i don't think anybody has ever been that dedicated when searching for me. kinda makes me a little nervous, actually...what if it was death, and he just had the wrong address??

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Vat he tryink to say eees that he vants you, dollink.