Someone in this building is cooking vegetables. Correction: Someone in this building is overcooking vegetables, and by the time they remember they were cooking Veg-All, it’ll be multi-colored paste in the bottom on the pan. It does not smell good, is my point, nor does it make me crave veggies.
I’m assuming that whichever neighbor this is, it’s the same neighbor that’s been leaving my front door open lately. I have no scientific basis for this assumption, but I prefer to think that I have one dastardly, veggie-ruining, security-threatening neighbor instead of a bunch of neighbors with annoying traits.
Cut to my neighbors, who, I’m sure, would be happy to tell you about my charming habits, including clomping up and down the stairs in giant platforms at all hours of the day and night and leaving huge stacks of boxes outside when it isn’t recycling day.
Jennie Smash 