Five and a half years ago when we bought our University Park home we left the closing and went straight over to see our new house. But when we arrived, the previous owner was there with a crew of workers removing hardware, light fixtures, vanities and other items (one was even in the process of trying to remove the a/c unit) that were part of our new home. I told her to stop and she shouted that she was an attorney and was within her rights. But she must have questioned her actions on some level because when I called the UPPD right in front of her she bolted in a flash with only the items she and her gang had managed to remove before we busted them. She moved out of state and we dropped it, deciding to just focus on replacing the items instead of chasing her down.
Anyway, last night the same freaking lady rang my doorbell…and explained that she used to own our home (as if I didn’t recognize her face that is burned in my brain from all those years ago) and was driving by and was hoping to see what we had done with the property. She had a female thug with her that truly scared me. My daughter said they looked like “tricky people.” She wanted to look at our staircase saying that she “remembered it didn’t meet code” and was wondering if we’d had any trouble with it. What the hell?
I reminded her of the day I called the police and she ran from the scene in a frenzy carrying my doorknobs. She looked surprised that I wasn’t going to give her the 2008 Patterson Home Tour and even more shocked that I would confront her over a little incident from years ago that she “had no recollection of.”
Un. Believable. I googled her and she is working as an attorney (intellectual property speacialty) in Washington D.C. I’ve decided not to link to her profile at this time but she shouldn’t come back to my house, that’s for sure.
Sounds like she needs more fixtures to match the ones she already took!
You have an uncanny ability to attract unusual characters. Another recent one comes to mind!
Maybe she was looking for publicity. Or a hidden stash that she left buried in the crawl space.
I think ID is on to something.
Since she was interested in the staircase I would go to Xrays-R-Us, rent a portable unit and see what she left behind.
Hidden treasures - how fun! Can’t believe it took her 5 years to return to the scene.
If you hear ticking noises coming from the stairs, gather up the kids and run!
Bizzaro!
That really is strange. I wonder if she told her friend she was a thief before she brought her over…
Sorry. I had to remove two comments that claimed to identify the woman and give out her e-mail address.
“Or a hidden stash that she left buried in the crawl space.”
Hidden stash = hidden baby skeleton
Mibalz, you borrowed that from Saturday Night Live. Great Di Niro skit. Youtube it and laugh. Merritt, that woman was wacked. You know how I came to know her. Anyway, I ran into her one day downtown while heading back to the office after lunch. She was adamant on coming up to my office and seeing where I worked. She had grabbed my arm and was leading me to the door of the building. It was disturbing. I had to lie about a “conference call” in order to get her to leave.
I see that she went to law school at St. Mary’s, which means her self-identification as an attorney would be considered a stretch by some.