So we had an apartment on the third floor...emphasis on had...
Some lady who lived below us I guess was not cool with the fact that we had different hours than her. This comes from her banging on our floor (her ceiling) and then our door. I opened it up and said, "Yes ma'am."
I was then presented with a 2 minute tirade, laced with a plethora of profanities, including other threats. All we did was shower after midnight, really.
It got to the point where management 'asked us to leave'. We were told we had to move in with 4 other dudes (who had 1 total key for the other apartment, by the way). Not cool.
And we moved - in the rain.
Take another look at the title of this post. Let me know if it fits or not.
ugh
- JL
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