Christina, awoken from her slumber by the NYPD.
Christina had followed me into my apartment building earlier tonight. She thought she was going to work and our building was her office. After a bit of incoherent discussion and a few slaps to my face, I dragged her out into the street, where everyone on Bedford Avenue just assumed I was having a domestic dispute with my girlfriend.
Because of the way this looked, and because she'd said she would call her lawyers to sue me, pre-emptively called the cops myself. Through all of the ordeal I just wanted to get back to doing my laundry down the street. That didn't happen. They were closed, with my clothes still in the machines.