it's that time of year again
The garbage truck is coming around despite the fact that it's only Monday and technically Trash Day is Thursday. I guess they're making an exception for Moving Day(s).
Today and tomorrow are the big lease start days, but really my neighborhood was much crazier yesterday. I kept getting woken up by people moving in next door, and finally got out of bed when it became clear that the loud "waiting for the landlord to show up and give us the keys" conversation drifting back through my bedroom window might well continue until Christ came to Madison.
A short time later, I became aware of what sounded like someone banging on the screen door to the front foyer--this made very little sense, since the door doesn't lock or really even TOTALLY close, and you can see right through it to the doors marked "1" and "2" that lead to actual apartments. However, when I opened my door, I saw that in fact there was some sorority-ish chick on the other side of the screen door, looking mulish.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'm looking for the guy with the car," she said.
"Not me," I said.
"Well, I saw him come in here."
"Not me."
"Well, I don't know which apartment he went into."
"Uh huh. You'd probably get better results knocking on his door."
"Well, I didn't SEE which APARTMENT he went into."
"Mmm."
I closed the door and shortly heard some knocking on #2, so I guess she worked it out. While I can understand her basic point, I don't see how knocking on a door that leads to NEITHER possible apartment does anything to circumvent the 50% possibility that you will rouse the wrong resident, and it certainly takes more time for people inside the building to work out that yes, someone IS actually knocking on an outer door that doesn't really "belong" to ANYONE.
Also, since the issue seemed to be about being parked into the communal driveway shared by this house and the one next door,* I had a suspicion that she might be the owner of the car that _becquerel_ and I spotted there on Saturday, with the "SMRTLDY" license plate. I could collapse of shame.
I need to go to the gym. They're painting the weight room, but I can get some cardio in--although I'm also going to try to get to fencing tonight. I haven't been in weeks, what with prelims and all, and next week I'll be in Missouri visiting aardvark_gumbo and the rest of the family (except for sophonisba); I want to keep my hand in, though.
I also have to stop by the post office to return an iAudio to Amazon; it was 1gb, so we're trying to do an exchange for the 20gb (which I already had shipped to my parents' house so that I can get it when I come to visit and not have to deal with UPS)--aardvark_gumbo thought that it shouldn't be a problem that it had already been opened because it's Amazon and it's an exchange for a more costly version of the same product, and it didn't SEEM like their exchange policy said anything about opening or not.
lilitou and peri81, I am ALSO sending out your CDs. I know, it's shocking. Sorry it took me 8 billion years.
*Technically, somebody pays for the privilege of parking there and other people are not supposed to use it, although I often tell people to park there briefly if we're carrying in groceries or something. It's pretty obvious, however, if you pull in behind someone, that you're blocking them in, and if the parking patrol finds the butt of your car on the sidewalk you'll get a ticket. Given the neighborhood's current state of flux, it might well be the angry sorority chick's rightful spot, but that doesn't excuse her license plate.
Today and tomorrow are the big lease start days, but really my neighborhood was much crazier yesterday. I kept getting woken up by people moving in next door, and finally got out of bed when it became clear that the loud "waiting for the landlord to show up and give us the keys" conversation drifting back through my bedroom window might well continue until Christ came to Madison.
A short time later, I became aware of what sounded like someone banging on the screen door to the front foyer--this made very little sense, since the door doesn't lock or really even TOTALLY close, and you can see right through it to the doors marked "1" and "2" that lead to actual apartments. However, when I opened my door, I saw that in fact there was some sorority-ish chick on the other side of the screen door, looking mulish.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'm looking for the guy with the car," she said.
"Not me," I said.
"Well, I saw him come in here."
"Not me."
"Well, I don't know which apartment he went into."
"Uh huh. You'd probably get better results knocking on his door."
"Well, I didn't SEE which APARTMENT he went into."
"Mmm."
I closed the door and shortly heard some knocking on #2, so I guess she worked it out. While I can understand her basic point, I don't see how knocking on a door that leads to NEITHER possible apartment does anything to circumvent the 50% possibility that you will rouse the wrong resident, and it certainly takes more time for people inside the building to work out that yes, someone IS actually knocking on an outer door that doesn't really "belong" to ANYONE.
Also, since the issue seemed to be about being parked into the communal driveway shared by this house and the one next door,* I had a suspicion that she might be the owner of the car that _becquerel_ and I spotted there on Saturday, with the "SMRTLDY" license plate. I could collapse of shame.
I need to go to the gym. They're painting the weight room, but I can get some cardio in--although I'm also going to try to get to fencing tonight. I haven't been in weeks, what with prelims and all, and next week I'll be in Missouri visiting aardvark_gumbo and the rest of the family (except for sophonisba); I want to keep my hand in, though.
I also have to stop by the post office to return an iAudio to Amazon; it was 1gb, so we're trying to do an exchange for the 20gb (which I already had shipped to my parents' house so that I can get it when I come to visit and not have to deal with UPS)--aardvark_gumbo thought that it shouldn't be a problem that it had already been opened because it's Amazon and it's an exchange for a more costly version of the same product, and it didn't SEEM like their exchange policy said anything about opening or not.
lilitou and peri81, I am ALSO sending out your CDs. I know, it's shocking. Sorry it took me 8 billion years.
*Technically, somebody pays for the privilege of parking there and other people are not supposed to use it, although I often tell people to park there briefly if we're carrying in groceries or something. It's pretty obvious, however, if you pull in behind someone, that you're blocking them in, and if the parking patrol finds the butt of your car on the sidewalk you'll get a ticket. Given the neighborhood's current state of flux, it might well be the angry sorority chick's rightful spot, but that doesn't excuse her license plate.