Matt and Lauren arrived at my house at 7:30am. I was going off of 3 hours of sleep and was scrambling to finish getting everything together. As Matt was getting out of his car, one of my neighbors was walking around outside and asked if he would take her to the Sunoco for some pepto bismal or ginger ale. Matt didn't feel comfortable taking her, but said he'd go get it for her if she really needed it. Her belligerence started here, with her getting upset that he wouldn't drive her there. She told him she was going to call the police about his car on the street and say it was suspicious.
Matt and Lauren come inside to help me get my things to the car. About 15 minutes later I'm getting the last of my stuff in there and I hear the lady from the far end of the street shouting at me saying, "I've already called them! I already called them you asshole! I'm getting you out of this neighborhood! Do you hear me? You think you're funny. You think this is a fucking joke! He's right there *points toward house of the officer that lives in our neighborhood*".
The belligerence continues as she shouts obscenities at me and walks in my direction. I stood there quietly because I wasn't going to participate in this childish shouting match and possibly wake up sleeping neighbors. She got about 5 feet from me and I noticed a black plastic bag filled with something, and a strange smelling perfume. If I had to give it a name, I'd probably call it "80 Proof". She was rather inebriated to say the least and it explained a lot.
I told her she better go home. She told me she was going to smack me in my face. Her intentions were true, but her attempt was not adequately executed. The strikes seemed to come in slow motion and were rather easy to block. She offered an exerted grunt with each unsuccessful swing. After about 5-7 tries, she relented. I was getting my phone out to call the police at this point because I couldn't get her out of my face or property, and our caravan was nearing ready for departure.
Of course, when I actually dialed 911 to get the police, she decided it was time to mozy on home a couple houses down. I explained the situation to dispatch and within 5 minutes an officer was at my house. He heard my story and I told him the problem resolved itself as soon as I called them because she went home. He said he was going to go talk to her anyway.
The rest of my party arrived and we got the luggage and cars ready to roll. I watched the officer as he talked to her across the street. I saw both of them making reenacted arm motions similar to those that I experienced during her leisurely fury of swings. A second officer rolled up and went over to the discussion but the rest is anticlimactic. She's told to go inside and the officers leave. On his way out he stopped where we were standing and I went up to his window.
"Welp, you're right, she's drunk. But that's consistent with every other time I've dealt with her", said the officer. "Have a good day."
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