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You all probably know that I hate people when they wake me up in the morning. Especially in the wrong way.
This morning was probably the worse of it. I sleep on the first floor (I used to sleep upstairs, but there was an extra bed downstairs and I liked there better because its cooler) when I heard this loud rapping sound on our gate. Our house is small so the gate rapping sounded like its on megaphone.
I realized that I'm alone in the house, so I ignored the rapping sound. I do that usually, and they're not complaining, unless they leave a message (I am the most unusual answering machine, but that's a different story), which they didn't.
The rapping stopped, and I returned to my weird dream.
Then they banged the gate so loud I have to get up, get down from my bunk (I sleep on double deckers. I'm on top). My hair was a mess when I "welcomed" the stranger by the gate: it's the people from the garbage collector company. They're asking for the payment.
This was routine. My mom is the treasurer of the homeowner's association, and they go here for money when it comes to this community where I live. I found the reciept, hand it over to him to have it signed, and gave him the money.
The man left, I looked around: the gate and the front door was hanging wide open. Any stranger can come here and steal our valuables. The computer is on, with the results screen of AoE II. Obviously, my dad left it on, and I have a feeling it's not because he's in a hurry.
And I don't know how long my parents left the house, which is irritating.
This morning was probably the worse of it. I sleep on the first floor (I used to sleep upstairs, but there was an extra bed downstairs and I liked there better because its cooler) when I heard this loud rapping sound on our gate. Our house is small so the gate rapping sounded like its on megaphone.
I realized that I'm alone in the house, so I ignored the rapping sound. I do that usually, and they're not complaining, unless they leave a message (I am the most unusual answering machine, but that's a different story), which they didn't.
The rapping stopped, and I returned to my weird dream.
Then they banged the gate so loud I have to get up, get down from my bunk (I sleep on double deckers. I'm on top). My hair was a mess when I "welcomed" the stranger by the gate: it's the people from the garbage collector company. They're asking for the payment.
This was routine. My mom is the treasurer of the homeowner's association, and they go here for money when it comes to this community where I live. I found the reciept, hand it over to him to have it signed, and gave him the money.
The man left, I looked around: the gate and the front door was hanging wide open. Any stranger can come here and steal our valuables. The computer is on, with the results screen of AoE II. Obviously, my dad left it on, and I have a feeling it's not because he's in a hurry.
And I don't know how long my parents left the house, which is irritating.