This morning as I left my apartment to get on the elevator, she opened her door like she was going to come out, but it was at the precise moment that I was passing her door and could tell it was opening but couldn't see her. I took a few more steps to the elevator, thinking that once I got there I would turn and give a curt greeting. Instead I turned and saw nothing because she closed her door and didn't come out.
Seriously?
Where's Beebo?! There she is!!!
11 years ago
2 comments:
I am a horrible person. I just read this, and my very first thought was that it's really too bad you live in a highrise, because if your units didn't open into a hallway, you could totally stick a flaming baggie of poo on her doorstep, ring the bell and run away and know that she deserved it.
Sally, you are the second person to suggest I leave poo on her door.
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