The other day, I walked by what must be weird landlord’s bathroom window and believe I may have heard him showering. This made me feel very unclean and uncomfortable and the feeling has lingered.
I think while hearing the water splashing on what I can only assume was his nude body *I just wretched now* that somehow something came unhinged in my now fragile psyche and will never be the same.
Just found out from the nice landlord, in the very well-kept (and super expensive) building across the street, that apparently my weird landlord is not a fan of dogs.
In fact, full-on dog-hatred sounds more accurate. Nice landlord witnessed weird landlord standing on the sidewalk, maniacally screeching at the top of his lungs, telling a little dog to f*ck off. Ok, I will admit some little dogs can be a**holes but c’mon, yelling at a dog? *grrrrr*
Not cool weird landlord, not cool at all. You truly are a freak amongst freaks.
And here I was worried the weirdness might run out. As if.
Awww c’mon, why can’t I touch the log sitting on the “shelf” in the laundry room?
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Monique Hurteau