Poker Night
Whine Warning...
The condo below me is occupied by two young men who may have graduated from college but they certainly haven't finished using up that energy. They drink way too much. It is common for me to be able to smell the liquor in the air in the hallway, or stale beer outside the next day. Thursday is Poker Night downstairs. I have only had to go bang on the door once about noise after midnight. Other than the fact that I suspect that they drink too much, they do a fair job of being unobtrusive.
The sound of 6 or 8 full-throated young men bellowing "OHHHHHHHH" to the point that the sound penetrates the 2" of cement firebreak between the floors....well...I am glad I don't have to hear that noise up close and personal. All that testosterone, all those hang-overs.
I just wanted to share the moment.
Another component of Communal Living... I have a new downstairs neighbor. She has dogs. The dogs have always lived in a house with a yard. Now they live in a condo. She works and is gone from home all day. The dogs are in a new environment and I feel sorry for them. Guess what happens next..... The dogs moved in and immediately begin crapping inside the unit at their back door. I get to smell dog do-do as I walk through the back hallway. Last night, leaving my place to go to Central Market and buy oatmeal and bananas, I stepped on a small dog turd right in the middle of the sidewalk, right by the back door.
I went through almost two years of someone in the same unit who was too lazy to walk his dog so he would just turn the animal out into the back hallway to pee. I only found the dog out there once, but I knew what was going on. The one time I found the dog, my first thought was to open the back door and let the dog run away. I didn't act on that thought. But, it pulled me, it begged me with its seductive ways.
Golly...the boys aren't playing poker. They are shooting pool. I forget about the pool table they have in the den directly below where I am sitting. One of these young men just tapped their ceiling with a pool cue.
Ahhhhh, youth.....
The condo below me is occupied by two young men who may have graduated from college but they certainly haven't finished using up that energy. They drink way too much. It is common for me to be able to smell the liquor in the air in the hallway, or stale beer outside the next day. Thursday is Poker Night downstairs. I have only had to go bang on the door once about noise after midnight. Other than the fact that I suspect that they drink too much, they do a fair job of being unobtrusive.
The sound of 6 or 8 full-throated young men bellowing "OHHHHHHHH" to the point that the sound penetrates the 2" of cement firebreak between the floors....well...I am glad I don't have to hear that noise up close and personal. All that testosterone, all those hang-overs.
I just wanted to share the moment.
Another component of Communal Living... I have a new downstairs neighbor. She has dogs. The dogs have always lived in a house with a yard. Now they live in a condo. She works and is gone from home all day. The dogs are in a new environment and I feel sorry for them. Guess what happens next..... The dogs moved in and immediately begin crapping inside the unit at their back door. I get to smell dog do-do as I walk through the back hallway. Last night, leaving my place to go to Central Market and buy oatmeal and bananas, I stepped on a small dog turd right in the middle of the sidewalk, right by the back door.
I went through almost two years of someone in the same unit who was too lazy to walk his dog so he would just turn the animal out into the back hallway to pee. I only found the dog out there once, but I knew what was going on. The one time I found the dog, my first thought was to open the back door and let the dog run away. I didn't act on that thought. But, it pulled me, it begged me with its seductive ways.
Golly...the boys aren't playing poker. They are shooting pool. I forget about the pool table they have in the den directly below where I am sitting. One of these young men just tapped their ceiling with a pool cue.
Ahhhhh, youth.....