So either I’m just lucky, I have telekinetic powers, or the girl next door reads my website – unfortunately the second is more probable than the third – but she has finally stopped doing a can-can dance with her keys every morning. Alas, I have a new enemy in the building.
The building must employ some kind of cleaning person, because every few days there is someone vacuuming the stairs and the landing on every floor. The idea in itself is a little absurd, because the building is old and mostly filthy anyway, and the carpet they’re maintaining is dirty and threadbare. Even if the occasional sweep to pick up litter would be beneficial, I really don’t know what a vacuum cleaner is bringing to the party here.
Whoever it is operating said vacuum cleaner – I have yet to catch them in the act – seems intent on banging the device into every wall and railing with the force of a highway collision. It’s like a broken Roomba jacked up on PCP. The mental image I have whenever I hear this in the morning is of a maid working a canister vacuum cleaner, and swinging the hose portion over her head like a lasso, taking out all dust and structural objects in a five foot radius.