Currently I have like, two friends. And they are amazing, trust me. But they also make me do crazy things. Crazy being, doing some or the other form of role-playing.
Today I played Sherlock.
Ananda (bff, brother-from-another-mother, et cetera) has a shoebox apartment, that this super old guy – we’ll call him SOG – rented out to him. Apparently, SOG is totally renting out A’s appartment while A’s out of town. Spare keys. Of course, A sent me over to investigate. What did he instruct me to look for? Lights. Shoes. Dusty footprints. Maybe the faint odor of incense.
“Bring out your inner Sherlock,” A said.
Being the gigantic dolt that I am, I went over to spy on SOG on my way home from my morning run. Nearly got caught poking around. Here’s a tip: when you’re spying on people, remember to tiptoe. In my haste, I’d totally forgotten to do that, accidentally dropping my earphones on the stairs. And then I kind of ran like a pack of headless chickens. Obviously, duh. Sherlock doesn’t get caught.
Needless to say, I couldn’t reach a conclusion as my attempt to spy got totally interrupted by SOG. Or was it someone else? I never stopped to check. I’m going over tomorrow. Again. It’s totally illegal for the landlord to rent out an apartment that someone else is already paying rent for. And I am going to do the right thing and smack him if he’s rented out A’s apartment. *gets into Sherlock mode*
Wish me luck.