Pardon me while I drip…

It’s bad enough that we only have a single working elevator at the moment. It’s bad enough that it’s hotter than a three-peckered goat out side. But when the elevator buttons aren’t responding, either due to malfunction or someone deciding that commandeering the elevator in the middle of a weekday to MOVE into or out of their apartment!? It’s like.. I just reached that point where the frustration and anger locks your body down because you know you’re going to say or do something really unforgivable. Not even Kylie on the iPod could lift my spirits as I walked up 7 flights of stairs to my place, knowing that I’ll have to go back down to the lobby and up again because the postal carrier wasn’t finished delivering the mail.

I’ve stripped down and still need a towel – *ugh. πŸ‘Ώ

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2 Responses

  1. Fredo says:

    Okay… that’s the part of the day where you get to “cut a bitch!” (Not literally, of course.)

  2. Michael says:

    Perhaps you should go “help” the tenant that has taken over the elevator by throwing their stuff out the window 😈

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