When neighbors attack...

...you better call 911.

Or at least that is what I did.

I had an eventful Sunday, waking up to a conversation with the police and partially fearing for my life.

Sunday afternoon, yes afternoon, I woke up and was just watching to some TV when all of a sudden I heard some ruckus, yes I just said ruckus. Since I am so nosey, I started listening to what was going on and found out my neighbor was trying to throw out her "low-life, can't pay da bills, loser ass" boyfriend.

Apparently said boyfriend couldn't stand the idea of getting thrown out and possibly spending the night in a homeless shelter, so he started fighting back.

Now usually listening to a good cat fight can be fun, but this fight went way past your ordinary "I can't believe you slept with someone else, get the hell out" kind of fight. Instead, it turned into a put your hands on each other kind of deal. No bueno.

So the fight goes on, and at some point the chick (because I have been living in the same place for 3 years and only know my neighbors by their annoying tendencies) came banging on my door. Probably because I am the girl with the dog...that barks. She was pounding on my door begging for someone to call the police because said boyfriend was going to hurt her.

No, I didn't open the door.

Instead, I instantly ran into my bedroom and jump on the phone. I was not going to get in the middle of the fight, and I was not going to be the one that "called the cops." I'm on the phone with the police for about 15 minutes, and during that time the fight got even worse. They were pushing each other around and I'm sure there was some hitting. At one point they each yelled at each other that they were "going to blow the other's effing head off" (see how I didn't drop the f-bomb).

Talk about scary right? I didn't want to hear some gun shots and be a witness to a murder, not on a Sunday...so I ran into my room and hid like I wasn't home. The boyfriend eventually left, but will probably be back later. This wasn't their first fight, but of all their fights I've heard it was the worst one.

About 30 minutes later to police finally showed up and ended up knocking on my and I had to tell them they had the wrong address. Way to stay anonoymous right?

I was a little disgusted in the reaction time of the police. I mean I understand I called in a fight, but I did let them know that she was screaming for help because he is hurting her. And now, I find myself worried about what the reaction would be if I were in that situation. All I can hope for is better I suppose.

That was probably the most eventful thing that happened this weekend. I wasn't feeling well at all so I was pretty mild. But, I hope you had a better Sunday than I did.