the infamous kidnapping by blanca

Yesterday when I walked into my elevator at my apartment complex a little bedazzled woman began speaking to me... in Spanish solemente. She was telling me about her necklace and sweater because she kept tugging on it. She asked "que piso?" I replied "quince." The elevator then stopped at piso cinco (her floor) and she got out of the elevator and held the door open and demanded "viene ahora, viene ahora" in a very raspy smoker's voice. I replied, mi piso es quince. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to her door. I figured she might need help opening her door or with her groceries. She opened her door and walked inside. I waited patiently in the door way trying to figure out what she wanted. She held the door open and demanded.. viene ahora, viene ahora. I was now in her apartment and it was fabulous. Crystal everywhere, fancy furniture and I thought... maybe she mugs people and this is how she affords these novelties. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me in her kitchen and showed me her garden. I replied el jardin es muy bonito. She asked te gusta me casa. I say por supeusto! She then tugged on my arm again and dragged me into her bedroom... I was sure now. Yup.. im so getting robbed right now. She then asked te gusta? I replied si muy bonite! Then I saw her maid, we greeted eachother and she smiled as she walked into another room. I then was dragged into another room where sweaters and necklaces lay on this table. I thought, maybe im wrong. Maybe she thought I was dressed like a bum and she was going to give me some fancy attire. I was wearing some tattered jeans, my favorite stained gray shirt and a flannel. She asked te quieres? Te quieres, I replied possible. I still was sure what the hell was going on. the entire time she was speaking. She then rattled off borato, es muy borato. (Cheap/not expensive)