Scott and I have had some very colorful neighbors in this building...
Mia, our first downstairs neighbor, who had aerobic sex on weekend mornings,
Ghetto Superstar, our second downstairs neighbor, whom we hated. He of the loud wall-shaking music. To be fair, I think he hated us as much as we hated him. I can't imagine why! ;-)
Granny-Smokes-a-Lot: her granddaughter used to get dropped off by the school bus outside our side of the building, but Granny lived on the parking lot side. The bus would sit there and idle and HONK HONNNNNNNNK until Granny would come to get the girl. This was tough on us because each of us worked grave shift at some point and would be woken up by the noise.
There's also Mr. Loud Car down on the first floor, a.k.a. Taco Bell Guy, a.k.a The Drug Dealer. This guy is now on his second loud car - the kind that's been modified to be even louder, guaranteed to wake you from a sound sleep while it idles for five minutes before he goes anyway. Scott noticed that he starts the car and then walks around it as if he's doing a NASA-grade safety inspection or something. Quite often, he does the car starting ritual, leaves, and comes back 15 minutes later. Scott used to joke that he was going to Taco Bell. "Where else could he be going and getting back so fast?"
Now that our windows are open, we get to know even more about him. That's because he's always on his cell phone. I'm convinced that he's a low level dealer of some type of drug, and that he gets a call for a delivery and that's why he's not gone for long. Or he has an elderly family member that lives close by, and he drives over to help them to the bathroom or something.
One night, I was sitting by the window playing on the DS and he came rolling in. As soon as the car door opened, Scott and I both heard his whole conversation. There were lots of expletives thrown in (so we can also surmise that he doesn't have a good vocabulary), but the gist was "I just came from Taco Bell and they charged me for guacamole but I didn't get it." And so, Scott claimed victory, now having proof that Taco Bell Guy does in fact go to Taco Bell!
This building is definitely more like Avenue Q than Sesame Street!
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Ha! That naming thing must be genetic! At work, I have most of our regulars named ... Mr. Kawfee, Mr. Coupons, Mama Thief (she orders a water, and then gets a sweet tea refill on the way out), No-peppers-or-onions, and Toy Story 2! Not only do the other employees call them by these names, but the customers (at least those whose names are not insulting) also know ... and ANSWER to their names!
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