CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
Well then. That was special.
As many of you know, I used to have a downstairs neighbor who had an illegal cat that sprayed all over and made the house smell like a fertilizer factory. When she got done bringing in illegal pets and having loud sex, she left to "drive cross country" leaving an empty hedgehog cage behind. Poor hedgehog.
We applauded when the new neighbor, a rather young gay man moved in. Instead of cat whizz, the house started to smell like fresh paint and freshly brewed coffee. Much better.
And then in the morning a few days ago the wife and I wake up to go to work. She leaves before and while I am brushing my teeth I hear. "Honey, can you come down here." Never good.
So I do, and his door is wide open. The carpet in the lobby area is thrown to one side in a big ball, and there are couch cushions everywhere. Out of curiosity, I peer into his apartment... there isnt a couch in there that corresponds to the cushions. Not sure where they came from, and more importantly, why. But, being middle class, we still have to go to work. We deadbolt our door and head out, hoping he hasnt died or gotten robbed.
Waiting for us when we get home? A ziplock bag full of chocolate chip cookies and a note. "Please accept these cookies as an apology for my horrendous, irresponsible behavior last night."
Now it all makes sense. Oh wait, no, still makes no sense.
Great cookies though. I guess we will forgive him...?... just wish I knew what we were forgiving him for.
As many of you know, I used to have a downstairs neighbor who had an illegal cat that sprayed all over and made the house smell like a fertilizer factory. When she got done bringing in illegal pets and having loud sex, she left to "drive cross country" leaving an empty hedgehog cage behind. Poor hedgehog.
We applauded when the new neighbor, a rather young gay man moved in. Instead of cat whizz, the house started to smell like fresh paint and freshly brewed coffee. Much better.
And then in the morning a few days ago the wife and I wake up to go to work. She leaves before and while I am brushing my teeth I hear. "Honey, can you come down here." Never good.
So I do, and his door is wide open. The carpet in the lobby area is thrown to one side in a big ball, and there are couch cushions everywhere. Out of curiosity, I peer into his apartment... there isnt a couch in there that corresponds to the cushions. Not sure where they came from, and more importantly, why. But, being middle class, we still have to go to work. We deadbolt our door and head out, hoping he hasnt died or gotten robbed.
Waiting for us when we get home? A ziplock bag full of chocolate chip cookies and a note. "Please accept these cookies as an apology for my horrendous, irresponsible behavior last night."
Now it all makes sense. Oh wait, no, still makes no sense.
Great cookies though. I guess we will forgive him...?... just wish I knew what we were forgiving him for.