Weird stuff happens here in Orange, specifically around my apartment complex. I post clips of it on this blog every now and then, but most of the dialogue-heavy stuff is relegated to my Facebook, where people can like it or make wry comments about it.
I posted yet another Moment of Weirdness this morning (my landlord peeking into my neighbor’s apartment–she’s been MIA for quite some time), and Stacy suggested writing a book of short stories based around it. L went on to list some of the weird crap I’ve posted about. I got to thinking…hmmm. That’s not a bad idea.
Except me being me, I want some kind of plot to tie these short stories together. Even just a minimal one–there needs to be some sort of thread in the background. I don’t like random, unconnected vignettes. So what could I do to come up with a plot point?
And then it came to me…the contractors.
My landlord has two contracting companies that he deals with. One guy is older and forgetful; then there’s the younger dudes with their own company. The younger dudes were hired to replace the doors and mailboxes…except no one bothered informing the tenants. (I take that back; we received an email about it back in August, but my actual door didn’t show up until October 11, so I’d forgotten entirely). As a result, I almost inadvertently started a small war with the younger contractors after being jolted awake early in the morning…by a drill.