So, where was I? Oh, yes, the woman was sloshing down pills with her vodka. By this time, I am a little taken aback and my husband has come into the room and has taken in the scene, also. She then smiles and asks us if we want to smoke some pot. I say no, we don't smoke pot. She shrugs and asks us if we minds if she indulges. I say yes, I do mind, that I don't want it in my house. She then stands and says she'll smoke it in the yard. I tell her that I don't want it on my property. She then says that she'll go to her car and smoke it. I don't say anything to this and she goes. My husband and I then quickly confer and agree that we'll have to stay up all night to make sure she doesn't try to burn down the house or something else of that nature.
I make it an early night, as you can imagine, but I did fall asleep and when I awoke, she was gone, but her car was still in the yard. She came in a few minutes later, saying that she had been for a walk on the beach. I tell her that she'll have to hurry, as I have to get to work. (At the time, I worked as a Paralegal for a Cape Coral law firm). It's Monday. Anyway, I'm all ready to go, and grab an apple for the road. She's sitting on the sofa very comfortably. I tell her that it's time to go. She says: Oh, that's okay. You go to work. I'll hang around for awhile. I was polite to that point. At that point, I said: No, you won't hang around. It's time for you to go. She got it and left. My husband and I watched her drive off. I left for work. My husband double locked the door.
The armoire is gorgeous.
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