Since I started back to work, I usually run my air conditioner from when I come home from work until I'm getting ready for bed, just to get the cool air moving throughout the apartment, so it's cool enough for me to sleep. Last night was such a lovely evening, I actually turned off the a/c and opened up the front windows and door...nice breeze...no loud children...the smell of garbage...
Say what??
Oh that's right. My next-door-neighbor currently has not one but two open bags of garbage sitting on her side next to our shared laundry room door. And last time I checked, her garbage can was not overflowing (especially considering yesterday was garbage day), so I am PERPLEXED beyond belief as to why, why, why this is the case.
Why don't I just ask her about it, you ask?
Let's count the ways...
Say what??
Oh that's right. My next-door-neighbor currently has not one but two open bags of garbage sitting on her side next to our shared laundry room door. And last time I checked, her garbage can was not overflowing (especially considering yesterday was garbage day), so I am PERPLEXED beyond belief as to why, why, why this is the case.
Why don't I just ask her about it, you ask?
Let's count the ways...
- She has that rail-thin, bleached-blonde, crack-whore look about her. Those kinda folks are already a little jumpy and impulsive, so you never know when she might pull a shank on me, or ransack my apartment for drug money. So I try to to interact with her as little as possible, and usually consists of some sort of brief greeting in the laundry room.
- I have heard her on more than on occasion going off on her kid...nothing like abusive, but just like ragging on him...oh and he's like 7, so off course there's no reason why he should be making any mistakes, right?
- There always seems to be "other people" hanging around at her place. Taking in to account her rail-thin, bleached-blonde, crack-whore appearance, you can only imagine the kind of characters these "other people" are. So it's a little scary sometimes.
So the bottom line is that something drastic will need to occur before I consider confronting her. That may make me a wuss, but I trust me, I'm secure in my wuss-dom. I'm hoping that when the landlord comes to get the rent checks he will see this and lay the landlord smackdown (as much as a 70+ year old landlord can, I mean).

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