Zane's working, so I'm going to man up and blog at a more consistent pace. "But Julie, if you write every day will your material be as awesome as it is when you wait for something to happen?" Duh!
Every day in JZ Land is an adventure! If we can make Hannafords awesome, then we sure as heck can make living in Manhattan at least mildly amusing.
Today's tale... the creepsters next door!
When we lived in Astoria our main door for some reason made me think of Spongebob Squarepants. Particularly the pineapple under the sea part, as our peep hole was like viewing the hallway through an underwater survivor suit.
It wasn't very conducive to neighbor spying. #1 because we looked onto a wall B. because my neighbor was a 92 year old woman who didn't leave very much (R.I.P. Rose, I will always remember our stoop chats!).
Well... our new door has a peephole like a picture window! Clear view, good peripherals, directly facing apartment 8. I would like to note here that apartment 8 is the only apartment without a number on it. I don't know if this is relevant, or shadey, but I think it should be mentioned.
So today, as I sit and job hunt while the Law & Order: SVU marathon is on TBS (Yes, we really do love Chris Meloni if you've noticed we mention him every 3 months.) I hear people climbing the stairs. This is the first time I have ever heard another brave soul battle the 5 flights of stairs. I perked up.
I hear two people outside my door. A light knock and then-- they tried to turn the knob!!! OMG! Even if they hadn't tried the knob I was NOT opening the door to anyone. Edmoney (our roommate) was not expecting anyone and no one knows our address so there was no reason to have a guest. Plus... I hadn't buzzed anyone in!
I hope you are adequately on the edge of your seats.
Enter the awesome peep hole. I tiptoe to the door (with the TV obviously heard on the other side) and am careful not to let my shadow show under the door. I've watched enough television to know that! As I look out, a man (the knocker) and a woman (tucked to the side) are there with duffle bags. They look impatient and after a second cross the hall and try THEIR door! But what's crazy is they don't even wait, they let themselves in! Some guy very casually from some other room says "Hey." and the two enter and look around as if they've never seen the place before. Then they close the door behind them.
Swingers. We must have swingers next door. That, or Apt 8 is very willing to welcome robbers in. I listened for any more clues but nothing. Eventually they left and came up with a BUNCH of luggage, about 10 big rolling bags! So I guess just like Edmoney, Ocho needed a little help with rent and found a couple to take that role.
Here are my lingering inquiries:
What's the deal with trying to open my door?
Really? You didn't see that big ol' gold 7 prominently centered on the door?
Don't you need things other than clothes?
What if I had opened the door, would you have just unloaded your stuff here?
Did you park your car in the Car Vending Machine?
So, that's my Tuesday adventure. I will keep you posted with any new revelations.
Maybe tomorrow we'll review the steam pipes since we've covered what's out the window and what can be viewed from the peep hole. You may think that'll be lame, but they are slowly becoming our steamy new roommate. Always with a new secret to share. Well, at least they keep making the "Psssssst" noise.
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