The crazy upstairs neighbors make life a little too interesting sometimes.

I had quite the morning Friday!

My alarm went off and not 30 seconds later I hear BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR! POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR! It sounded like they were outside my window, but they were actually at the apartment above mine. Of course I flipped out thinking “fire” even though no one said fire. I hadn’t really registered what they said, being half asleep, and that was my immediate reaction. I was trying to figure out getting the animals and ran into the living room to see if there was fire, but nothing. So I put on my coat over my pajamas and started outside not knowing what was going on, and the office out front says, “Please go back inside ma’am.”

Anyway, I suspect it was a drug raid. There were officers with helmets and rifles – real SWAT team looking gear. Scared me half to death. I couldn’t stop shaking and called my grandmother and ended up in tears, but was finally able to calm down. Just had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I thought it was another fire. My upstairs neighbors weren’t home. I have long wondered if they were dealing drugs out of that apartment, based on the number of people coming and going at all hours of the day and night, but of course I didn’t have any hard evidence or anything. When I left to come to work, there were two officers standing outside my neighbors’ front door, one holding a rifle, and there were still officers and dogs inside the apartment. Yikes. The officers apologized for scaring me and one said, “We’re just trying to make sure you have a good place to live, ma’am.” I told them I appreciated that.

What a way to wake up, eh?

At least one of the people who lives in the apartment upstairs is still there, but I don’t know who it is, as I haven’t seen him/her, only heard them. I don’t know if anyone was arrested or if they found anything, though I can’t imagine that the police would have raided a private residence at 7 a.m. without some pretty good evidence…