Posh Apartment Freaks
I live in a pretty posh apartment complex in Annapolis, Maryland. Its a nice, quiet place with only the ocasional nutter.

But one of the new neighbors takes the cake: He must be pushing 50 and every single night, he is out on his balcony, four floors up and he attempts to hold conversations with the young female neighbors while they walk their dogs. He stands out there on that balcony, only leaving briefly ocassionally to refresh his beer. Honestly, that guy must knock off a twelve-pack a night and at least 40 cigarettes.

It was all harmless fun until three nights ago: He was chatting *(hollering down to) a young recent veterinary graduate that I rather fancy. After she was gone, I walked out with my leviathan canine and hollered up to him "Why dont you ask one of these girls out so you can spend time not having to shout at them and get to know how they look, I mean, aside from the tops of their heads" - He hasnt emerged since.

That'll teach him to speak to "MY" woman. :)

Sic Semper Tyrannis.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 25 Aug 2005, 16:42, Reply)