Monday, January 12, 2009

annals of the ludicrous

The neighbors have at least two children, possibly a third. It's difficult to distinguish their squalling and shrieking tantrums through the wall, though it is not difficult to hear the noise. The parents decided to set a small metal pot right outside their door where they can toss dirty diapers. The diapers pile up, then they begin collecting on the ground, scattered messily. Of course, my door is only two feet away, and on any given morning I emerge from my apartment to be met by a bright promising day--and the sour stench of twenty rancid diapers. Yes, I love apartment life.


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