today’s been a particularly great day to over hear her.
frequently, she talks to her cat. aloud. loudly.
i woke up to:
“oh, SHIT. well, i don’t have my cell phone on me. [unlocks and opens door again] HI CAT. i’m not back i just forgot my phone. ok. GOT IT. see ya later.”
and just now:
“[knock, knock, knock on the door across from me] hello? [knock, knock] are you HOME? [pound, pounding away at the door now] your KEYS are in the DOOR. [pounding, furiously] HELLO?” at this point the resident came up the back steps, presumably with her laundry basket. “oh. HI. your keys were left in your door, which is definitely a safety concern. i could’ve GONE RIGHT IN!”
i do wish it wasn’t so hard to continue a conversation with her, i’m often curious why a 50-something year old woman is living alone, in corryville, in a 250 sq ft apartment with a cat.
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