I want to talk about my neighbours. Four Indian dudes of varying ages who live in a two bedroom townhouse next to me, they are quiet and nice and everything. BUT.
Every morning at 7:30, one of them runs what I describe as a coffee grinder for about three fifteen-second intervals in their bedroom, just on the other side of the wall by my bed. This wakes me up, but that's not the big deal.
The big deal is that I am nosy and I still can't figure out what it is they're doing over there. It is 10 am on a Sunday and they just ran it twice.
WHAT IS IT? I can't be an electric shaver. Who shaves their face for a max of 45 seconds? Well, MAYBE. I dunno.
Is it a coffee mill for like...spices? In the bedroom? Is it a shoe shiner? Is it an electric blow up doll? I don't know.
OMG JIMMY STUART HOW IS IT DONE? DO I NEED A LEG CAST? GET GRACE KELLY TO BRING ME SOME PATE. WHO POISONED THE DOG!
MISS LONELY HEART IS GOING TO KILL HERSELF! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
HAAAHAHA. HA.
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