I was sitting at home all by myself, minding my own business, which I did most of the time, when there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw a woman who looked very upset about something…even tears streaming down her face. I yelled: “Are you okay? Do I need to call the cops?”
The woman answered, “No. But, I’ve locked myself out of my apartment and needed to call someone. They’re expecting my call.”
I thought for a moment, opened the door and allowed the woman to come in. She stood about 5’5″ tall and had shoulder length dark hair and was wearing a nurse’s uniform…colored blue. here teary eyes were brown and she looked like she had some tattoos peeking out from her uniform. I asked, “You don’t have your own phone with you?” To which she replied: “No. I accidentally left it on the kitchen table and was kind of late for work. So, I just rushed out the door, forgetting it and my keys.” “Okay,” I replied. “Here’s mine. But, dial star 82, when you call.”