My apartment manager is on a mission to find what she says is a cat pee odor on the 6th floor. I smell no cat pee, but whatever. She wants to look in my apartment because I used to have a cat. I’m irritated, but whatever because it’s not my apartment so come on in. I even call Holly who was just over at my place and ask… “Does my apartment smell like cat pee?” which she responded “No” and then proceeds to inform me that meth smells like pee… now isn’t that just great!?! That’s all I need to worry about. Then I couldn’t sleep last night, and I took out garbage twice sniffing the air on my way to the trash chute to see if I could find this mystery pee smell. Gross, yes but I never said I was normal.
Isn’t it bad enough that people who live in my high rise just barf where ever they feel like it when coming home on a Saturday night? Isn’t it bad enough that we only have one elevator running or that the décor looks like it hasn’t been updated since the early 60’s? Isn’t it bad enough that parking is a nightmare? Or that the homeless hang out in the front of the building and have picnics? Isn't it bad enough that I have to listen to sucky music drift into my windows during the day because the park across the way is having a Ren Fair?
Someone on my floor better NOT be running a meth lab. I will be really pissed off if they are.
CW
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