I have a good one for you...
Next door neighbor in our former apartment has a crackhead brother. Said brother visits neighbor one night, and wakes the next morning realizing he needs money to get another fix. So he starts swinging from balcony to balcony trying to break into apartments....
We lived on the 20th floor....I repeat, the 20th floor
He swings three apartments over, before he finds an unlocked balcony door, which happens to be my friends place, and my friend wakes to discover this crackhead rummaging through his jeans. A chase ensues, at which point the crackhead tells my friend that he has a gun. My friend runs out of the apartment and barricades himself in the laundry room.
At that point, my wife goes out in the hall to see what the ruckus is, and comes back inside wide-eyed, telling me that "so and so is hiding in the laundry room with nothing but a towel on!"...
A few minutes go by, and the next thing we know, six police officers armed and with dogs are pounding on our door, demanding we open up...we open the door, they race to our balcony, trying to locate the crackhead. Turns out he swung back across the balconies, and is now holed up in the neighbors suite. Much shouting by the cops from our balcony across to the other ensues, and to make a long story short, they end up breaking down the door to the other suite and taking the guy down hard...really hard. Dogs barking, much shrieking from pain, cops yelling, it was quite something. Next, ambulance has to show up to cart off the crackhead because he is in no shape to ride in a cop car.
Quite a start to an otherwise quiet Saturday morning, but not unusual for the apartment, really.
If you liked that one, I ought to tell you the one about riding up the elevator after a long day at work, with a forensics team dressed in HAZMAT suits, and being relieved that they got off on the 17th floor, not the 20th
Or about the one about the guy that took a dare to jump down the garbage chute during Stampede...
-Scott
