DRAMA UNDER THE WINDOW

THE SCENE OF THE CRIME


I'm going to start a new regular entry entitled: Drama Under the Window. And let me tell you why...

If you recall I have mentioned in past entries about the excitement outside our window. Living in the city can be pretty interesting at times and last night was no exception.

Let me back up just a little to explain that my last day of Early Morning Seminary was on Tuesday and I was really looking forward to being able to lie in (as they call it around here). So far no luck but I'm hoping things start going my way pretty soon. So to get back to my story...

At exactly 4:37 this morning I could hear some yelling outside my window. I was a little groggy because it did after all wake me from a deep sleep. So I laid there for a few minutes and the sound didn't seem to be moving along. Sometimes when the pubsters get through for the evening they can end up right under my window and make a real raucous. But this woman was screaming at the top of her lungs and making some kind of tribal war hoop sound. Hard to explain. Finally, I get up to see what is going on. Across the street (you know - where Royalty lives) there is this barefoot woman, skimpily dressed and yelling her head off in arabic.

Finally someone came to the door and he was pointing his finger at her and I think he was telling her to be quiet - at least I hope he was telling her that - because by now I'm sure the whole neighborhood is awake. She continues her war cry and is making a really weird sound. The man seemed a little desperate but clearly didn't know what to do so he went back into his house and shut the door. That did nothing to calm this woman down.

Now, neighbor enters from side, obviously angry and still in his cute little silk pajamas (sans robe). He walks right up to the lady, sticks his finger in her face and tells her, "shut up or I'm calling the police." The woman just kept up her screaming and that other weird sound and then she pulled out a cell phone and made a call and started doing that noise into the cell phone. The man was yelling for her to be quiet or he was going to call the police. She didn't stop and he grabbed the phone from her hand and started to make good on his threat with HER phone. I got a little chuckle out of that. She started whacking at him a little bit but he walked away - with her phone. At that point she started to scream some words we would ALL recognize, if you know what I mean.

That was it - she walked away - still barefooted. Then I was left with a whole family awake at 4:30 and me trying to explain a yelling, crazy woman in bare feet. On any other day I might even be described that way - but NOT at 4:30 in the morning.

So if anyone is ever laid up with a broken leg I have a great "Rear Window" for you to set yourself in front of!