Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Call of the Wild Child, Part 4
Call 5: In early February, Kristi left me yet another golden message, telling me that I need to stop following her all over town and tell my girls to stop following her and to call her PI, etc., etc. I called her PI AGAIN and reminded him that I had asked him last month to tell her to cease and desist calling me; he said he had not seen her to tell her. I told him I want him to CALL her RIGHT NOW – I have the number – and tell her. He said I can’t tell him what to do, his work day is over, and he is not calling her tonight, he will call her tomorrow. I said to see to it that he does, because his work day may be over, but her calling me is not, and she keeps calling me to tell me to call him, and he needs to tell her I have called him before I file a stalking charge against her; he said I may HAVE to file charges against her. Gee, that’s encouraging!
As soon as I hung up with this charming man, I called and filed another police report. An officer came and took a report, listened to most recent phone call (says he didn’t have time to hear the extended dance version of the whole tape), advised me to go to the county Magistrate’s office, get a TPO (restraining order) and block her number on my phone. He asked me how to spell her first name, and I said I didn’t know – there are about 28 ways to spell Kristi, and since I don’t know her, I don’t know what her way is. Then a bit later, he asked me, “What does she look like?” I threw up my hands and yelled, “I don’t KNOW! I have never seen this woman before in my life! That is my whole point!” After listening to the most recent message (still on my voice mail), he asked, “She’s a white female, right?” I said, “I have no idea. I have never seen or met her.” He tried her phone number from his phone to tell her to leave me alone, and he got voice mail, did not leave a message, said he will file this report.
Call 6: The next day, Kristi called yet again, with more of the same delusional ramblings and accusations of my girls and me following her everywhere and using devices and so forth and so on, and this time she told me I had promised to help her (NOT!) and that God would want me to help her. (Probably not as much as he would want her to stop calling me.) [Don’t you just love when people attach God’s will and wants to their agendas?] She gave me another phone number, which I still wasn’t going to call, but later found to be quite useful. About 45 minutes later, I called her PI AGAIN to see if he had called Kristi yet; he said that he had just gotten off the phone with her and told her not to call me again, and she said she wouldn’t; I asked him if he had told her that I am not the person she is looking for, and he said yes, he did, but she said I am lying. I said “Okay” and hung up. I don’t care if she thinks I’m lying. She can think I came in from outer space on a blue horse if she wants to (I certainly think she is an alien life form of some kind), so long as she leaves me the hell alone, right?
As soon as I hung up with this charming man, I called and filed another police report. An officer came and took a report, listened to most recent phone call (says he didn’t have time to hear the extended dance version of the whole tape), advised me to go to the county Magistrate’s office, get a TPO (restraining order) and block her number on my phone. He asked me how to spell her first name, and I said I didn’t know – there are about 28 ways to spell Kristi, and since I don’t know her, I don’t know what her way is. Then a bit later, he asked me, “What does she look like?” I threw up my hands and yelled, “I don’t KNOW! I have never seen this woman before in my life! That is my whole point!” After listening to the most recent message (still on my voice mail), he asked, “She’s a white female, right?” I said, “I have no idea. I have never seen or met her.” He tried her phone number from his phone to tell her to leave me alone, and he got voice mail, did not leave a message, said he will file this report.
Call 6: The next day, Kristi called yet again, with more of the same delusional ramblings and accusations of my girls and me following her everywhere and using devices and so forth and so on, and this time she told me I had promised to help her (NOT!) and that God would want me to help her. (Probably not as much as he would want her to stop calling me.) [Don’t you just love when people attach God’s will and wants to their agendas?] She gave me another phone number, which I still wasn’t going to call, but later found to be quite useful. About 45 minutes later, I called her PI AGAIN to see if he had called Kristi yet; he said that he had just gotten off the phone with her and told her not to call me again, and she said she wouldn’t; I asked him if he had told her that I am not the person she is looking for, and he said yes, he did, but she said I am lying. I said “Okay” and hung up. I don’t care if she thinks I’m lying. She can think I came in from outer space on a blue horse if she wants to (I certainly think she is an alien life form of some kind), so long as she leaves me the hell alone, right?
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