AS I WRITE, I am pretty sure that people in one of the neighboring apartments are enjoying a bit of marijuana. Unfortunately, as one can deduce, they're doing a bad job of hiding it.
It's not that I mind what my neighbors are doing in the privacy of their own home, and I'm certainly not going to rat them out for toking up. But what annoys me is this: the sickly-sweet-burnt stench of grass emanating from their apartment is stinking up the frickin' hallway. I mean, gee -- light some incense and put a towel under the door; both are reasonable ways one could divert attention from one's habit. Even when I smoked -- tobacco -- I generally opened a window and had all these air-freshener thingies around the house. It wasn't something one could easily notice from the hall, at least I don't think it was.
Ah well. It is spring and I suppose I should be ... I don't know, charitable and generous and what not. Besides, my other neighbor -- who takes care of the building through vacuuming the halls and what not -- has just emerged and is busily cleaning. It's that time of year, isn't it?Posted by Benjamin Kepple at April 16, 2005 01:27 PM | TrackBack