I took Harriet out for a last potty break at about 11pm last night. While we were walking across the parking lot, I noticed that there was large group of people in front of one of the other apartments (why, oh why, don’t people par-tay on their patios, instead of in the parking lot?). A couple of small children, presumably belonging to the partiers, were running up and down the terrace in front of my building. While screaming at the tops of their darling little lungs. At 11:00 on a school night. Mere feet away from the bedroom windows of a whole bunch of people who were most likely sleeping.
Charming.
What the hell were those kids’ parents thinking?!
And to make things worse, when Harriet and I returned from our walk, a young, unleashed dog was added to the mix. We re-entered the parking lot to the sounds of small children yelling, “Come back here!” and the sight of a goofy, young adult Pit Bull barreling toward us.
I know the dog, actually, because she is always off leash, and she always follows me when I take out the trash or do laundry. She’s super sweet and friendly, so I wasn’t at all worried about her picking a fight with Harriet. Quite the opposite. I would hate for such a nice dog to get the Cujo treatment from Miss Brown. Thankfully, a car pulled in at the right moment, which broke the puppy’s attention just enough that she heard her kids yelling for her.
All’s well that ends well, but I still think 11pm on a school night is a bad time for a parking lot party. What the hell is wrong with people?!
We also seem to have random people from off the street using our laundry facilities. Not a huge deal, I guess, as the machines aren’t free. Still, we only have two washers and two dryers in our court, so getting a unoccupied machine can be a little bit of a challenge.
I went downstairs to do a load of laundry on Wednesday, and found a girl folding clothes into a large duffel bag. I thought it was a little weird, but whatever. Maybe she didn’t have laundry baskets? She finished and left before I did, so when I got back upstairs, I looked to see where she went. Out of the complex and toward 3rd Street, was where she went!
Even weirder was that she left a wadded heap of clothes on top of one of the dryers. They were lots of different sizes of mens’ jeans, two pairs of sweat pants (one small and one huge), and a 2xxL T-shirt. As of last night, the clothes were still sitting on top of the dryer, only some kind soul was nice enough to fold them.
Weird.
Bumpass Update: They set up a screen room a few weeks ago, halfway on their grass and half on mine. As far as I could tell, they never actually used it. They didn\’t set it up very well, either, because it caved after a couple of days, and then they took it down. M’kaythen!
Friday night, they must have had a party, because when I got up the next morning, the cardboard packaging from a case of Bud Light (o gross!) was lying on the grass between our patios. Nice. It sat there all weekend. I really don’t feel like picking up other people’s trash, but I’m also sick of looking at the damned thing. Harriet’s reaction was priceless, though. She saw it through the patio door and barked at it. Obviously, it Did Not Belong.
Mr. Upstairs Update: He was doing pretty well the past few months, but he’s slowly sliding back into his old habits. I woke up in the middle of the night one day last week to the sound of his dishwasher running and him vacuuming. He’s also back to, um, “playing” the keyboard at random times during the night, and the midnight workouts have recommenced. Complete with dropped free weights. Right on top of my head.
red paper boat 