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My upstairs neighbors are funny. Hilarious, even. Know why?
They tried to blame their most recent bedbug infestation on us. They told the super that they had no idea how they got bedbugs, and that they think we were hiding it and it must have come from downstairs. He wasn't buying it, since Mom's been in this building for 45 years. She never travels, because she's afraid to pick up bedbugs in a hotel, whereas they do frequently. She doesn't even go to the movies for fuck's sake, and gets paranoid when I or Anthony do. Also, the exterminator told the super that our apartment's one of the cleanest he's ever seen. Pretty clear the problem isn't us.
It's clear we're the enemy to them. The son kicks our door on the way down the stairs, one of the daughters muttered "bitch" under her breath after I got in the elevator with her, and now this attempt at blaming us for their bullshit. Oh I'm sorry, were we just supposed to endure their nonsense indefinitely? Apparently so.
They tried to blame their most recent bedbug infestation on us. They told the super that they had no idea how they got bedbugs, and that they think we were hiding it and it must have come from downstairs. He wasn't buying it, since Mom's been in this building for 45 years. She never travels, because she's afraid to pick up bedbugs in a hotel, whereas they do frequently. She doesn't even go to the movies for fuck's sake, and gets paranoid when I or Anthony do. Also, the exterminator told the super that our apartment's one of the cleanest he's ever seen. Pretty clear the problem isn't us.
It's clear we're the enemy to them. The son kicks our door on the way down the stairs, one of the daughters muttered "bitch" under her breath after I got in the elevator with her, and now this attempt at blaming us for their bullshit. Oh I'm sorry, were we just supposed to endure their nonsense indefinitely? Apparently so.