I moved to a new neighborhood about six weeks ago, and everything is grand, just grand, as Lucille Austero would say. I always told myself I'd leave the house more often if there were more to do where I lived, and so far I am doing just that. I loiter at coffee shops, walk through the park in the evening, pick up hot croissants (!) on the way to work, and buy books at the store around the corner. And my roommate is the best.
However: There is a situation with the middle-aged downstairs neighbors, one of whom must be hard of hearing, because what else would explain THE WAY THEY USE THEIR OUTDOOR VOICES TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER AT ALL TIMES? EVERYTHING IS YELLED. I'll be sitting on the couch, enjoying a Buffy marathon, when I'll hear the couple bicker about the stale bread or the radiator. I pick up snippets of conversation: "...AND HE'S A TOTAL ZIONIST..." and "...CHEAP WINE AND CHOPPED-UP FRUIT!" Last night, one of them snored so loudly ("ZZZZZ!") that I could not sleep, and the situation was so ridiculous that I started laughing. Upstairs, our neighbor is probably writing something about her crazy downstairs neighbor who bursts out laughing at 3am. You know, the same neighbor who is constantly asking rhetorical questions such as "Who has short legs?" and answering with "MILO has short legs!" I bet she thinks I have chopped off someone's limbs below the patella, and that there is some serious Misery shit going on below her studio apartment.
However: There is a situation with the middle-aged downstairs neighbors, one of whom must be hard of hearing, because what else would explain THE WAY THEY USE THEIR OUTDOOR VOICES TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER AT ALL TIMES? EVERYTHING IS YELLED. I'll be sitting on the couch, enjoying a Buffy marathon, when I'll hear the couple bicker about the stale bread or the radiator. I pick up snippets of conversation: "...AND HE'S A TOTAL ZIONIST..." and "...CHEAP WINE AND CHOPPED-UP FRUIT!" Last night, one of them snored so loudly ("ZZZZZ!") that I could not sleep, and the situation was so ridiculous that I started laughing. Upstairs, our neighbor is probably writing something about her crazy downstairs neighbor who bursts out laughing at 3am. You know, the same neighbor who is constantly asking rhetorical questions such as "Who has short legs?" and answering with "MILO has short legs!" I bet she thinks I have chopped off someone's limbs below the patella, and that there is some serious Misery shit going on below her studio apartment.
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