I wrote about my neighbor dying a few days ago—Mr. Jackson from across the hall. He was a nice old guy.
Last weekend, his brother and his wife went inside this apartment and took out the things they wanted of his. I introduced myself to them and told them how sorry I was for their loss. Just like Mr. Jackson, they were nice to me.
Yesterday morning, some maintenance people from the building went into Mr. Jackson’s apartment and starting cleaning it out. They hauled up a dumpster to my floor and put it in the hall. Watching through the peephole on my apartment door, I watched those maintenance guys laugh and cut up while throwing out Mr. Jackson’s stuff.
I thought to myself this is what it all gets down to. You live, then you die and your stuff that nobody wants gets put in a dumpster by people you don’t even know.
That’s depressing. I’m going to try and not think about this ever again.
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I’ve owned a couple houses in my life, but a lot of my living has been done in apartment buildings. I like that lifestyle just fine but it does come with its drawbacks. I’m having one right now in the building where I live in Covington, Kentucky.
This is not a major complaint, but if I feel the urge to write about it, that means it’s on my mind more than it should be. It’s rising to the surface more or less.
On the floor where I live, I have a couple neighbors who are very nice and friendly and all that, but they talk loud and they like to do that in the hall. One of these people is an older lady and I think she’s hard of hearing, so maybe that accounts for the loud voice. The other person is just loud by nature.
I’m not sure what prompts their loud voices in the hallway, but voices carry. I don’t think they’re doing it on purpose and they’re not doing it late at night, but they have woke me up on occasion, like last night when I went to bed a little early — around eleven. Maybe that’s why I’m writing about it today, because last night I felt annoyed by it.
Is there such a thing as hallway etiquette? Apparently. I did a Google search and found this. It covers the subject a little bit.
Now I don’t want you to think I’m blowing this out of proportion. I like where I live just fine and I’ll find a way to deal with this little problem I’m having. When I see these people, I have no plans today to yell out, “Hey, shut up you f**king a**holes!” No, that’s probably reserved for next week.
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