Sunday, October 15, 2006
It's nice being the first one to be up and about and making (and eating!) lovely buttermilk pancakes while the rest of the dorm is still sleeping off the hangover from last night's exuberance.
Unfortunately, it also means that you get to be rudely greeted with the leftover carnage from last night, and it wasn't pretty. On the 6th floor, where I live, one of the exit signs was broken and dangling from the ceiling, and the sign on our suite's door, with our names on it, had been
ripped off.
But better things awaited down on the 4th floor - the
bastards hadn't confined themselves to mere public property vandalism, oh no. They had to make a public hygiene statement as well. Right in front of the exit to the terrace was a pile of extremely malodorous
human excrement, which I had to avoid on my way out to dispose of trash. And there was a wet patch of what looked suspiciously like urine on the 5th floor, but by then I was beyond disgusted.
They can have their parties, get drunk, get high, whatever - I don't care, neither the noise nor the pot bothers me, as long as there's a locked, steel door between me and the pandemonium going on outside - but I really wish they could be more civilised about it. Faeces on the carpet
really pushes all my buttons in the wrong way.
words were spilled on Sunday, October 15, 2006