2003-06-23
Garbage Drop
The people above us (I live on the first floor, my building has 18) are *always* throwing things off their balcony into the oh-so-high-class gravel yard in front of my windows. Today there was a motorcycle helmet, a glass tray (which surprisingly didn't break), and a toy truck. In the past, we've seen things like beer bottles, some stuff animals, buckets of dirty water and of course, a set of dishes.
Now, I learned a couple of years back that we no long live in the middle ages. It is no longer considered "cool" to be throwing my shit outside so the scavangers can frolic. Unfortunately, someone above me hasn't grasped that.
Well, until Laura came home. I was complaining to Laura how someone above was once again was playing Ping-the-kids-who-are-allowed-to-play-in-the-glass-infested-yard again, when someone (who may or may not be the same someone earlier on in this sentence) was picking up the shit. Laura walked up to the window and started talking. I naturally ran away. (In my neighbourhood you're never too sure whose going to wip out a gun or a dick). Laura said, "People have been throwing stuff out of their balcony for a while. Is it yours?" The woman nodded. Laura continued, "Well its too bad they are making YOU pick it up. It isn't fair of them." As the woman began to walk away Laura added, "That and its against the rental agreement."
I am hoping that the dropping to express relationship frustrations will now end. I'll keep you posted.
I'm off to read the new Harry Potter. Weeeeeeeeee.
popnoir at 11:36 p.m.