Ah, last night brought back memories. 'Tis the season to be jolly, and some of my neighbors were being extremely jolly last night, though why this should involve so much cigarette smoke that you could see it in the hallway is beyond me . . .
Anyway, back in college, it used to drive me crazy when the RD would do curfew checks to make sure we were all in our rooms by whenever we were supposed to be. I always was because I was in bed before 10 most nights because I cannot function well on less than 9 hours of sleep and always seemed to have 8 'o'clock classes. Unfortunately, I was a light sleeper, so even if she didn't open the door and look in, I would wake up as soon as she touched the doorknob. This has always been irritatingly true.
I am paranoid since the last roommates I had refused to lock the door and got me robbed in broad daylight while one of them was actually in the apartment. It's a good thing I am paranoid because if I weren't, I would have had several strange men wandering around in my 385 square feet being jolly. Probably five or six of them tried my door by mistake, the last one at around 1 am. (Quiet hours in our building are supposed to start at 10.) Ho ho ho!
Do you have any amusingly grim holiday neighbor stories you'd like to share?
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