So, being a military wife, we move alot! We were living in a house, but due to the fact that I had my kids at an early age and now I'm old, they all grew up and moved out, party time!! So me and T decided we would move to a smaller apartment, save some money, pay off some debt, ya know the normal shit that goes along with being responsible adults..
We moved in last week, and all is going well, except for the guys of hispanic descent painting the outside of our building, Orange! Just in time for Halloween, good times! So, we were only here for a couple days, and I noticed that these nice non english speaking guys were literally outside of my windows all day...on these very high ladders. Let's face it, if you are 3 foot off the ground on something that isn't very sturdy, you are a crazy person in my opinion! I was sitting out on the porch one morning talking to my daughter Des on the phone. I joked with her that these men were being peeping toms all day..and I was absolutely positive I was going to watch one of them commit suicide, because when they have to move the ladder over to paint more of that delicious pumpkin orange paint , they just shake the ladder to move it, instead of getting down, moving the ladder and then going on about their business.
Well, it happened today! Only it was inside the building, in the stairway. Me and T were hanging a mirror above the couch, because yes I am lazy and it takes me forever to unpack a house and hang shit up on the walls. We hear a giant crash, and T says, I think he fell and runs out the door. Sure enough their is man laying at the bottom of the stairs in front of my door. Omg! really? Can you please go kill yourself someplace else? I do not need this shit! He fell from the 3rd floor, on his back on the concrete stairs!
I rush out, he's moaning...shit this is bad! His co-workers come running..I am screaming at him, are you ok? he moans some more. damn it. I say to no one in paticular, ambulance? all three of them in unison..NO. I think to myself maybe they don't understand that english word? So, I then say, medical? surely everyone understands that word. And I curse myself for not remembering all the spanish I learned during the 3 years I was in San Diego, but again they refuse. They scoop him up, because obviously, his legs are broken or worse, his back, and take him away. I watch them carry him away and feel like I should still do something but what can I do? obviously they don't want my help. His buddies brought them into his apartment, where I am sure he is laying on the floor, since about 15 of them live in that one apartment, I seen them all go in there at night and never come out. They are all back outside and in the stairways working now, while he lays there and suffers. I tried to help, they didnt want, stubborn ass ilegals! Please no more attempted suicides in my bulding, there is at least 25 other buildings to chose from!
