Pssst
I love my new apartment. Its right off of a strip where the night life is active and their is always live music playing somewhere in walking distance. Don't get me wrong I loved my old apartment too; It had was in a better part of town, and the neighbors were a lot friendlier, and it had its own washer/dryer... cant beat having your own washer and dryer. I loved my old apartment, but it had a bit of a infestation problem. My girlfriend thought it was stemming from our closet that has this square cut out in the ceiling that leads to the ducts above our bedroom. every few nights you could hear movement above our bedroom, which is odd because we lived on the top floor. I got an exterminator to come out to clear out any possums that might have been up there but he said he found nothing. She then proceeded to make fun of me for calling an exterminator out when, noting that the noises had progressively sounded more and more like footsteps, she was convinced it wasn't bugs or vermin in our overhead. I the proceeded to laughed at her, in my head of course, every night when she closed the closet door before going to bed. Some nights she would forget, and if the lights were off she would make ME get out of bed to close the closet door. Not wanting to start conflict over such a silly thing I naturally would, but every time she asked me to I would lean my head into the closet and jokingly give a exaggerated "PSSST" in the direction of attic. She HATED it, getting mad at me every time. I thought I was so funny, that is… until one night the attic "PSSST" back. I love my old apartment. But I am NEVER going back.
I love my new apartment. Its right off of a strip where the night life is active and their is always live music playing somewhere in walking distance. Don't get me wrong I loved my old apartment too; It had was in a better part of town, and the neighbors were a lot friendlier, and it had its own washer/dryer... cant beat having your own washer and dryer. I loved my old apartment, but it had a bit of a infestation problem. My girlfriend thought it was stemming from our closet that has this square cut out in the ceiling that leads to the ducts above our bedroom. every few nights you could hear movement above our bedroom, which is odd because we lived on the top floor. I got an exterminator to come out to clear out any possums that might have been up there but he said he found nothing. She then proceeded to make fun of me for calling an exterminator out when, noting that the noises had progressively sounded more and more like footsteps, she was convinced it wasn't bugs or vermin in our overhead. I the proceeded to laughed at her, in my head of course, every night when she closed the closet door before going to bed. Some nights she would forget, and if the lights were off she would make ME get out of bed to close the closet door. Not wanting to start conflict over such a silly thing I naturally would, but every time she asked me to I would lean my head into the closet and jokingly give a exaggerated "PSSST" in the direction of attic. She HATED it, getting mad at me every time. I thought I was so funny, that is… until one night the attic "PSSST" back. I love my old apartment. But I am NEVER going back.
written by lonexpaw
