There's Too Much Walking Going On! .... ??
Saturday night, Boyfriend and I arrived at my place at about 11:30pm after attending a production of West Side Story.
I immediately proceeded to do all the things reasonable to do upon arriving home: feed the lizards, feed the cat, scoop the poopsand, turn on the heat, brush my teeth, etc.
Just after midnight, we were snuggled into bed to sleep, when there was a tiny, tiny tapping upon my front door. I ignored it, hoping it was the neighbor's door. Again, tap tap tap tap tap.... So I peeked out the peephole, and lo and behold! A security guard. Wait. What?!
I opened the door, wrapped in a quilt. He immediately apologized, sincerely sorry and a tiny bit defensive, and told me that there was a complaint from downstairs. A noise complaint. Apparently the words were "There's too much walking going on" in my apartment.
Yep.
Too much walking going on.
The poor security guy obviously felt awful for conveying such a complaint, especially when I said, "What, I'm not allowed to walk in my own apartment? Even to go to the bathroom?!" He kept apologizing and said he knew it to be unreasonable, but he had to convey the message since there was a complaint.
I think I'll take up Riverdancing.
I immediately proceeded to do all the things reasonable to do upon arriving home: feed the lizards, feed the cat, scoop the poopsand, turn on the heat, brush my teeth, etc.
Just after midnight, we were snuggled into bed to sleep, when there was a tiny, tiny tapping upon my front door. I ignored it, hoping it was the neighbor's door. Again, tap tap tap tap tap.... So I peeked out the peephole, and lo and behold! A security guard. Wait. What?!
I opened the door, wrapped in a quilt. He immediately apologized, sincerely sorry and a tiny bit defensive, and told me that there was a complaint from downstairs. A noise complaint. Apparently the words were "There's too much walking going on" in my apartment.
Yep.
Too much walking going on.
The poor security guy obviously felt awful for conveying such a complaint, especially when I said, "What, I'm not allowed to walk in my own apartment? Even to go to the bathroom?!" He kept apologizing and said he knew it to be unreasonable, but he had to convey the message since there was a complaint.
I think I'll take up Riverdancing.