Yup the guy from the floor below came steaming up to my place, red as a beet, and slunk away.
I'm telling this story until I'm in the old folks home. Then Ahlzheimer's will kick in and I'll forget.
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Late night rantings from a forty-something computer programmer. Check your expectations at the door.
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