A few weeks ago, a firetruck pulled up to my apartment complex with lights flashing. 3 firemen jumped out and ran toward the building. My 4 year old was completely enchanted with this up-close excitement and practically glued himself to our window. (Yes, I know -- I need to get this kid more excitement in his little life.) I was slightly less interested. That is, until 3 minutes later when they came knocking at MY DOOR. They don't speak English and I don't speak Korean so well. I wasn't sure what to do. I figured that if they were firemen, they had a pretty good reason for wanting to come in. (Unless of course, they had borrowed the uniforms and stolen a firetruck just so they could trick me into letting them in so they could eat my food and steal all my good stuff...) So I just opened my door. They went straight to the balcony and THEN---
one of them jumped over the edge.
I mean, sure he was attached to a rope and all. But he just walked into my house and jumped off my balcony! Just like that. The other two quickly packed up the rope and left. I just stood there. 3 minutes ago, I was a normal person trying to sneak my son's snacks without him noticing...and now-- my whole life had changed. Some stranger had come into my house and jumped off my balcony. And the worst part was that I don't even know WHY. Or where he was going. Or what he was going to do when he got there. Or how in the world I had managed to make cookies for so long without owning scalloped circle cutters.