So, the other day I heard my neighbors fighting. But it was louder than usual and I heard banging around. At one point my apartment shook. I decided to call the cops.
I should probably preface this by saying I was wearing a bathrobe with no bra and sweatpants. Also, my face had stains as well as the bathrobe. It was overall a good look.
The cops showed up and I snuck a peek out of my window. The cops and the neighbors saw my creepy self lookin’. My buzzer rang. I didn’t respond mostly because my mom (who I was on the phone with the whole time) told me not to. And I looked a hot mess.
I joked with my mom that the neighbors will someday laugh about the crazy lady who lives above them calling the cops on their fight. I told my mom that she can now refer to me as “dr. love” because I brought the couple much closer!
This was last week. I have not heard a fight. Either they’re so in love and doing it all the time, or she’s dead.
I gave him a bottle of wine for shoveling the front stairs as well as our back stairs. I think that we’re even. Maybe I’ll have him (and/or her depending on their situation) over for dinner sometime.