{"id":266,"date":"2007-04-24T00:58:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-24T00:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/?p=266"},"modified":"2007-04-24T00:58:00","modified_gmt":"2007-04-24T00:58:00","slug":"anecdote-breaking-and-entering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/?p=266","title":{"rendered":"[anecdote] Breaking and Entering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>C. came over this evening to work on a project.  While she&#8217;s here, the door bell rings, and I answer it to see my good friend, A.  She came, I find out, for her first date with my apartment mate.  They leave.<\/p>\n<p>An hour later, there&#8217;s a flash as something whizzes by and bangs on the ground near me.  My thoughts: &#8220;What was that?  Where did that come from?  What *was* that?  Hey, that was K. hiding behind the door!&#8221;  As I&#8217;m picking up the chocolate they threw to distract me, in come three friends, J., K., and L., from the *back* of my apartment.  They proceed to write a card for me, and disappear back the way they came&#8211; through my bedroom window.  Now, hours later, I still can&#8217;t believe it.  They broke into my apartment to give me chocolate.  God I love my friends.<\/p>\n<p>Another hour passes and C. leaves and I go over to visit J., K., and L. for a half hour.  On the way back, I see that someone has left fast food trash in my recycling bin, so I bring it around to empty it in the trash bins.  And I look up and see the shadows of two people (A. and my apartment mate) making out on my living room couch.  Knowing them, I&#8217;d ruin everything if I came in.  Before today, I&#8217;d never been in that situation, and before today, I wouldn&#8217;t have a clue what to do, but now it&#8217;s obvious.  I go around back, and sneak in through my window.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C. came over this evening to work on a project. While she&#8217;s here, the door bell rings, and I answer it to see my good friend, A. She came, I find out, for her first date with my apartment mate. They leave. An hour later, there&#8217;s a flash as something whizzes by and bangs on &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/?p=266\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">[anecdote] Breaking and Entering<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/266","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=266"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/266\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jamesrising.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}