Today, I got home after my exam and found this stuck to my door:
This actually explains a lot. I mean, the fact that every day I’d come home and find my windows mysteriously shut. I’d just think, “heh, that’s weird..did I close them this morning??..did I do that in my sleep?...why is my fan on the floor? ” And then I'd stick my fan back in the window, feeling only somewhat creeped out. Then I would say to myself, “When you leave in the morning, remember that you left this window open! REMEMBER!” So that I could confirm my suspicions that I had an intruder. An intruder that likes stale, stinky air. But in the morning rush to get out of the house I would forget. Then I'd get home at the end of the day and the scenario would repeat.
Anyway, mystery solved. I don’t know what’s more disturbing: imagining my maintenance guy, Rick, being in my apartment, resentment growing with each window he had to slam down (and only now writing me a note threatening to kick me out of my apartment), or that fact that I hadn’t really noticed this whole time.
Anyway, mystery solved. I don’t know what’s more disturbing: imagining my maintenance guy, Rick, being in my apartment, resentment growing with each window he had to slam down (and only now writing me a note threatening to kick me out of my apartment), or that fact that I hadn’t really noticed this whole time.
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