Cheri and her boyfriend live on the third floor in my building. I don’t know them very well, but they seem nice enough.
A couple days ago, Cheri was babysitting a two or three year old. All of this is a guess. I just know that a little kid was in the building.
I live on the first floor, but I could still hear the kid who was screaming.
“Can we pick up Bobby? Can we pick up Bobby?”
“Hey, there’s no yelling in the hallway,” Cheri yelled. “Be quiet!”
I heard them coming down the stairs.
“Stop dragging your feet!” Cheri screamed at the little kid. When they got outside, Cheri slammed the door to the building shut.
I guess with Cheri it’s do as I say and not as I do.
(Photo from apartmentliving.com)
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I got a neighbor who is on her cell phone up and down the hall in my apartment building. Does she want people to hear her so called private chats? I can’t figure it out.
Bab neighbors are a drag. In my building, I try to be respectful of other people, try to keep the noisedown and all that shit. Then they don’t. What’s the point? I’ll be like them.