My mere presence provides stability and peace in my building. I think that must be it, anyway. We went out this weekend, as we have for the last three weekends and returned home to find squad cars. It’s of course the “lady” downstairs and her boyfriend. I can’t call her a real “lady” as she doesn’t act like a lady, except sometimes, oh and she wasn’t born one either, though that’s hard to tell, but mostly because she doesn’t act like one.
Her and her boyfriend like to argue. Well maybe not “like”, as no one sounds particularly happy, yet they do it often, so there must be some point to it. They throw things too, I’m not really sure what those things are, but there are plenty of them, as something crashes every argument. But it’s mainly yelling and screaming, reminders of the time and calls to shut up; wait those last two is us neighbors.
I say almost because they sometime argue when I’m home, but generally in the middle of the night, while I’m temporarily sleeping. Temporarily I say, because the sounds of loud voices and things being thrown about wake me. So if you count last Tuesday, that Thursday two weeks ago and the great Drag event of January as we neighbors like to call it, then it doesn’t always work. But since I was sleeping I can hardly be blamed right.
Now I must convince my wife that we have to stay home on weekends to provide the needed almost stability. With almost great power, comes something like responsibility.