I’ve tallied a list, of what I believe must represent the people who live
above us and the events that must occur in that little apartment:
- They’re bowlers
- They run a kennel
- They’re deaf
- They’re completely f$&#ing deaf
- They’re vampires with a 4am wake-up call
- They’re Shriners, practicing driving those little cars around.
- They vacuum once a month. (ooh, ick, with three dogs…ick)
They’re about 6ft 9in with size 19 shoes…probably thick steel toe boots
and weigh a metric ton.
With the previously mentioned boots, partake in some
northern Alabama folk-dancing, clogging, or irish jig.
- They have poor taste in music…
Have some sort of satanic and or Shriner spell on our landlords, keeping
them from booting their f$&#ing asses, even after breaking their “three strike” rules.
Have some sort of satanic and or Shriner spell on the security guards/police,
keeping them from ticketing their f$&#ing
- Thinking Niki and I are completely daft.
So you see, we either have satanic shriners who dance the jig while maintaining
a small kennel, or we have some extremely rude, white trash neighbors who
for all intents and purposes will never be kicked out. Everyone else in the
building is great, nice neighbors who we only hear going up the steps or
when we’re outside. Actually the entire complex is nice too, nice clean place,
but damned if we didn’t crap out on our choice of apartment. Maybe by this
time next year, we’ll have a house.