What on God's Green Earth is that smell?!
That's pretty much what I say every other day when I open the front door to our condo complex and am greeted with the worst stench my nose has ever whiffed. One of my lovely neighbors cooks this stew that gives off an odor that is so strong, it's offensive. I don't know how to describe it. It transcends race, culture, and sexual orientation. How can something that foul be edible? And why do they have to eat it every day? Could we perhaps try our hand at other types of cuisine? Just saying.
A couple of weeks ago, there was an empty soda can randomly lying in the hallway. I thought to myself, "How did this happen?" Some person was that much of a slob that they were within feet of their front door, but somehow they just couldn't make it. What goes through this person's mind? "Okay, I'm setting this soda can on the ground. But just for now...I'll be back to get it later...I swear..."
We have these trash chutes near every stairwell in our complex. I love them, because it means I don't have to walk myself all the way down to the bottom floor and into the garage when I need to throw something out. The other day, I get to the chute, and someone had left their trash on the ground directly under the chute. Ummm, WHAT. THE. HELL?! Again, this person needs to help me understand. Where did we go wrong? Was there an issue with not knowing how to work the chute door?
These are the things that can drive a woman mad. It's a damn circus in this place. And don't get me started on the stairs leading down to the garage. Someone does something nasty in there, because sometimes the stench...oh man, they're right up there with the stinky stew people.
This is my incentive to have a house one day.
Do any of you share space with others? Any odd neighbor stories to tell? Or have I just hit the jackpot over here?
