the window

there's this racket coming from outside my bedroom window. it had the cat's attention, didn't have mine. i remebered a few weeks or months or something ago the idiots upstairs were outside fixing their window screen. then i heard some sort of yelp. i figure one of them are just having issues with getting it in. so i quietly shut my spare bedroom window so i can go about getting ready for school. out the door i go and a little baby is standing outside looking straight at me. no parent, just a baby and his bag. i kind of hang around for a few seconds hoping some mommy would be coming around the corner with her bag of groceries. when no one came and being the terrible person i am, i crept through the snow toward my jeep so i could get to class. around the other side of the house i could hear that racket so i assumed the bad parent was fixing the window. the kid didn't look cute enough to be our neighbors', but he still looked familiar. back at the jeep there was snow all over from two days ago. i decided that i'd start the car, clean off the snow, then go back over and check on the child abandonment in progress. snow be gone and back i go. i can hear the baby crying and as i turn the corner toward my building, i see the tears of the stomping neighbor upstairs. she was huddled on the steps embracing her crying child. she gave a half glance at me probably thinking of all the people that could walk by right now, why me. not knowing if i should say anything i walk past her and go downstairs to my door. my keys were in my running car so i couldn't go into my apartment. i wait a few seconds, walk back out and ask if there was anything i could do to help her. at this point i assumed she was locked out of her place and had been trying to get in through her second story window. her eyes were so wet and she looked so sad. it was obvious she was having a shitty morning. we walk around back to the window where she had been using her three-wheeled stroller to stand on in an attempt to push up the unlocked bedroom window. she kind of demonstrated and i shuttered thinking that i would have to do this aerobatic stunt and be late for class. so i hop on the stroller and nothing bad happens but no way was i going to be able to open that from this cart i'm standing on. she tries again and with all her might, she asks me to spot her as she scales the side of the building. so i do it, and understand that my hands are on this woman from upstairs, in not so much intimate spots on her bod, but private ones that few people touch. and remember, we hate each other. we share this thing and i don't know what to call it right now. her and i are both home during most of the day. aside from cnn all i hear are noises coming from her apartment. aside from her screaming baby all she hears are my noises. personally, i've entertained the idea of spitting on these people's car. i know it's bad but i didn't do it. but the thought was there. and the way that i have heard her stomp on her floor to quiet me up, i can't believe that she has no beef with me. and here i am, touching her back, holding her thighs, putting my hands around her stomach, and grabbing her ankle. then she tries to kiss me. never one to turn down a lady i start singing the white stripes' hypnotise. just kidding. this story isn't that interesting. her baby was screaming crying, we couldn't get the window open, and my class was starting. i told her i'd go through my house and try and find something that would do the trick. after three minutes of seriously finding nothing i open the door and she is standing alone at my door sobbing again. she asks if i was able to find anything and thanks me for the earlier help. i said that i really didn't think of anything we could use that would help. we walk up and i start thinking about what to do if they had nowhere to go. exam results were going to be given in class today. i didn't mind missing it and letting them hang at the apartment until her husband got home. while i had been pacing through the house though, a friend of hers from upstairs had come home so she'd be able to hang there. she apologized for crying at which time she began crying more. i told her not to worry about it and something like kim does this all the time. emotion, failure, pride, and compassion at took part in this 15 minute ordeal. it is still unknown whether this is just another wwi christmas truce and tomorrow we go right back at it. said goodbye, left, class, 89% exam.

there are a few unique utah restaurants, but nothing that compares to the majesty of a chipotle burrito with chicken, no rice, pinto beans, hot sauce, sour cream, and cheese or an in 'n out cheeseburger, spread only. utah does not have these things. what we have are people that come from afar and who complain that utah doesn't have in 'n out or chipotle. you'd think we'd have in 'n out already. utah is west enough to still be considered desert, which is synonymous with in 'n out. and how is it that chipotle is from colorado, has stores in d.c., but is not in utah? i don't understand why companies aren't rushing to set up camp in utah county. property is dirt cheap and there would be such a huge demand for these chains. what are they thinking? if i had money and they were franchises, guess where i'd be eating right now? like i said, utah has some good places also. the training table will always be a fond memory. we'll always have jerry's. and bajio has always been a trusty friend when in time of need. these places pail in comparison to our favorites though. are there cities that have both in 'n out and chipotle? that's where i want to move.