Sunday, September 05, 2004 at least yell something appropriate like "cannonball" first
At about eight each morning and a few more times throughout the day, one of our neighbors dumps some liquid out the window. The way our windows are oriented, it's impossible to see which neighbor it is. One only hears the mighty splash.
I guess it pretty much proves that I'm barnfolk that it didn't occur to me how weird this is until today, when one of my roommates brought up the way the smell of pee wafts in on the gentle late summer breeze.
For a while, we blamed this smell on the rotting garbage we'd cleaned out of the backyard and bagged up securely. It had become less secure after a few months of The Best Property Management Company in History's empty promises to haul it away.
Then last week, a miracle happened, and they took the garbage. I'm guessing that now the rats are mean and hungry and homeless, so I haven't been down there to check out what the yard is like without the garbage installation. My roomates and I had been blaming the ghost of the garbage for the smell, but then tow of us were sitting around this afternoon, and we started talking and thinking about the daily splash.
"Wait--what are they dumping out the window? Why would you dump liquid out the window?" "I bet they have at least two sinks in their apartment, with drains and everything" "It it pee? Is that where the smell is coming from? Is that possible?"
We didn't know, but now we've made a pact to yell "Get a sink!" whenever we hear the splash ring out in the alley. We tried it once today, and there was an eerie, moist silence afterwards, as if the pepetrators thought they had been getting away with something up until now.
Pouring one's jar of pee into the sink instead of the alley is one of the things that makes you a certified Class Act. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/05/2004 11:39:00 PM
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