Wednesday, October 24, 2007

The Joys of Apartment Life

We live in a small apartment complex. Our complex manager is, oh around 85 years old. I think he's senile because it takes him at least 5 reminders and a year for him to do anything you've asked of him.

This morning I was ironing my clothes and getting ready for work. Note: I am usually buck naked from 7:00 until about 7:40 in the morning. At about 7:30 I heard a knock on the door. My husband had already left work for the day. Immediately I rush to my bedroom to put on a robe where I quickly realize I don't know where it's at because, well, I'm usually naked when I should be wearing a robe (my husband calls me his little exhibitionist...I'm not really). So I finally find the robe and answer the door. It was my 85 year old apartment manager. The first thought going through my head was, "WHAT IN THE HECK ARE YOU DOING KNOCKING ON MY DOOR AT 7:30 IN THE MORNING?!" He was there to let me know he was getting the locksmith to change the lock today. We've been asking for this to happen for about three months now, why couldn't he wait until later today day? It's not like it was imperative for him to knock on my door at 7:30 in the morning and ruin my naked morning frolicking.