I really ought to stop complaining about the jerk upstairs, but I just can’t help myself. I heard him vacuuming yesterday afternoon, which made me happy. If he vacuums during the day, he probably won’t be doing it at 3am, right? So later on, when I went to take out the dog for her pre-dinner potty break, there were big, grey tufts of crud all over my patio. It was like a tumbleweed and a dust bunny had a litter of frankenspawn. O gross! Milton had dumped his vacuum canister over the balcony, instead of emptying it in the trash like a normal person.
There’s a mean, vindictive part of me that wants to pick up the mess and dump it on the carpet outside his front door.
red paper boat 