As I have eluded to in my previous blog posts, living on your own can be tough. When considering the toughness of an experience like this, a person is reminded to factor in finances and responsibilities. A lot of those responsibilities include money (as always), cleaning up after yourself, laundry, taking out the trash, and handy work around the apartment/house (which ever you may live in). One under publicized responsibility is your responsibility to your neighbors and your community. Yes, I have a story for this, hence the blog post.
Last week, I was spending a quiet night at home in my high rise apartment with Wayne and Danielle. Bored, Wayne suggested we play Jeopardy! on Wii. I LOVE JEOPARDY! I could play Jeopardy! all day every day. I love general knowledge trivia and I don't mean to brag but I'm very good at it. For years, I have dominated my opponents in Jeopardy! for Playstation. However, the game became very outdated and it was time for an update. I bought Danielle a Wii for Christmas and Wayne bought me Jeopardy! for Christmas and now, we're up-to-date.
Danielle decided that she didn't want to play so she sat and watched. Luckily, the game provides a third player because I like to play a full game of Jeopardy! Odds are she didn't want to play because Wayne and I are extremely competitive and can get a little heated and rowdy when playing games together. Again, hence this blog post. Wayne and I played one game. I pretty much dominated the whole game, as usual. Then, during Final Jeopardy!, my remote control must have been sabotaged.
During Final Jeopardy!, you have to use the direction pad to answer the question. If you think the answer is on the left, you press the left arrow; if you think the answer is on the right, you press the right arrow, so on and so forth. I knew the answer and I was 100% certain of that. Thus, I pressed the corresponding button and awaited the results. It turns out, the game thought I pressed another directional button because it said I picked a different answer than the one I actually picked. I got the answer wrong and I was mad. I definitely yelled at the Wii, the Wii Remote, the game, Alex Trebek, Wayne, and Danielle. However, I wagered the perfect amount of money to keep me ahead of my opponents in the event that I got the answer wrong and I still won the game. It was a close call.
Wayne and I geared up to play another game. I was, again, dominating this game. Wayne fell into the red and couldn't dig himself out in time for Final Jeopardy! so he didn't get to participate. It was just me and the computer player Gary in the end. The category was something to do with U.S. States a.k.a. one of my fortés. I set up my wager again in such a way to protect myself in the event that I got the answer wrong. For this question, I was not sure about the answer. In fact, I was completely unsure. I took a shot in the dark and unfortunately, I was wrong. I let out a very loud "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Of course, Gary the computer player got it right. I was like "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Wayne, of course, rubbed it in. I'm not sure where he found room to talk because he didn't even make it to Final Jeopardy! However, like I said, I made my wager in such a way that I was sure to win; and I won. I was still devastated that I got the Final Jeopardy! answer wrong. Wayne, being the annoying older brother that he is, continued to tease me and even poke me...yes, poke me. We're five.
I, continuing to be loud and yelling, demanded Wayne to stop. I even kept yelling about how I totally should have known the answer to that question. Wayne said I should relax because I still won. The way I saw it was, I still didn't get the answer right. That kind of stuff messes with your stats. Yes, the game saves all your stats. I don't keep track of them myself...that would be a bit obsessive.
Now, I haven't mentioned the time but it plays a key role in all of this. It was almost 11pm in the middle of the work week. All of the sudden, about 5-10 minutes after our game was over, our door bell rang. We had no clue of who could have been at the door. The only way to find out was to look through the peep hole and see who was there. I could see that it was a man in uniform. I figured it was the maintenance people because we had submitting a maintenance request earlier in the day but I was unsure why the maintenance people would be ringing our door bell at such an unusual time.
I opened the door and was greeted by two police officers from the Fairfax County Police Department. One of the officers stated that they had received a complaint from someone who said they could hear yelling and it sounded like a woman was being attacked. I couldn't help but to laugh; neither could Wayne and Danielle. He asked if he and his partner could come in and look around. I said sure because I had nothing to hide. The two officers entered our apartment and asked what we were doing. Wayne told them we were playing a game. The officer asked what game we were playing and Danielle answered, while laughing, "Jeopardy!"
The officer was clearly judging us. He was like "oh...ok." He looked at his partner and his partner looked at him. Then he looked at us and said "well ok, just try to keep it down please." We all said ok and sent the officers on their way. We all erupted in laughter after the front door closed. It was way too hilarious of an occurrence. It became clear to us that our next door neighbor must have called the cops on us because we were being too loud. Wayne said, "our neighbor hates us." I can't help but to think that he is right. Sure, we were, slash I was, being very loud that night but there is a lot of evidence to prove that our neighbor hates us.
Check out my next post "Common Courtesy: Part 2" for the reason why I think my neighbor hates us and for some tips to help you fulfill your responsibility as a neighbor and a member of a community.
Until then, keep it down people.
Sincerely,
J.A.B.
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