An Irishgirl abroad — New York life through a European lens

Waiting for paint to dry

Posted in Brooklyn, Local by Frieda on April 9, 2010

My house in Brooklyn, today: picturesque, no?

This is what I came home to on Tuesday. Our landlord — who’s otherwise very nice — has made an executive decision to paint the front door dark green and to further improve our living situation by retiling the porch. Today I returned around lunchtime to find both the main door and the door of our apartment wide open (the green paint was drying). This was annoying. Our little cat Booboo could have made a bid for freedom and met her end on the street outside. More crucially, someone could have crept into my bedroom and stolen some of my stuff.

I came in and sat down in the kitchen to do some work. But the big orange contraption you can see in the photo started to make the beep — beep — beep sound that it has been making all week from 8.30 am onwards. I flew out the door in a rage to ask the men who were working (now doing something on the third floor as you can see) to keep it down.

The door slammed behind me and all of a sudden I was outside without phone or keys or purse. I shouted up to the men asking if they had keys. They didn’t, our landlord’s dad had opened the door for them that morning. How about the landlord or his dad? They were at work.

The younger of the men, a pallid guy in his early twenties with short spiky hair who spoke with an unidentifiable accent, climbed in the upstairs window and came downstairs to help me. Taking a set of cards from his wallet he began to slide one into the lock to open our door, with worrying expertise. The trick failed. Then, when I told him the back door was open, he knocked on the upstairs apartment. After, I have to assume, leaping off the roof and entering through the back door, he opened my front door from the inside and politely let me in.

An emergency was averted, I wasn’t going to have to sit on my steps for hours waiting for a key-bearer to arrive. I could feel ambiguous relief: the people working on our apartment, performing whatever mysterious tasks they’re engaged in, are friendly and helpful and chivalrous; they just happen to be good at breaking into houses too.

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