This morning, I got up and went to one of my favorite greenways for a walk. The trail is a little over 3 miles with minimal hills.
I originally wanted to go to a different park, but apparently 32 teenagers from a juvenile detention center went all Prison Break somewhere in Nashville and have not all been captured. I'm sure I would have been perfectly safe in any of my favorite parks, but I decided to go to a higher traffic one just in case. Most of the jail breakers were caught immediately, but the ones who weren't are clearly wily and probably desperate. Better safe than sorry.
It was a good walk and I decided to complete my workout with 100 kettlebell swings when I got home. I had finished my swings and taken my shower when I heard someone just outside the door to my apartment. I hear my two closest neighbors going in and out of their apartments all the time, so I didn't think anything of it until I kept hearing someone try the lock on the door across the hall without opening the door. Normally my neighbors don't linger in the hall too long when they get home so I got up to look out the peephole in my door. This guy I didn't recognize was standing in the hall with a bunch of keys trying them in the lock and cussing under his breath when none of them worked. I thought it was weird, and was relieved when he finally left. I was about to go downstairs and ask the security guard at the front desk about it when two other men showed up and started trying to get in the neighbor's door.
I felt completely nosy as I was watching all of this through the peephole in my door, but let's be serious. I chose my building because there are security measures to keep random people from walking in off the street and roaming around. As I was watching three men try and fail to get into the apartment across the hall, my imagination went wild. It couldn't be a work crew doing renovations I decided because they should have a functioning key. Then I decided someone who used to live here was trying to break into their old apartment for some reason. Then it was an abusive ex-husband trying to break into his ex's condo. Then it was a band of thieves. I was full of theories, but the only thing I could make up my mind about was that as soon as they got the away from that door, I was marching downstairs to notify the guard that there were three suspicious men skulking around my neighbor's apartment.
Long story short, the security guard already knew they were in the building and they were supposed to be working in the apartment they were "breaking into." My question to you is, what would you have done if you were me? Ignore them? Tell security? Call the police? Open your own door and ask them who they were and what they were doing there? On a scale of reasonable to extra cray cray, where does my reaction fall?