Sometimes I feel bad for my downstairs neighbor. I'm wearing my wedge shoes today and my feets are a bit on the stompy side. I know the noise up here can be loud from time to time. I was the downstairs neighbor for a good five years and during that time a guy who ran on a treadmill lived upstairs.
I think about how my neighbor, who shows absolutely no physical signs of being handicapped or have limited walking abilities, refuses to park in the 30 or so available spaces on the asphalt. He parks in the freaking GARDEN under the magnolia tree. Every. Single. Day. Because that 10' walk to you door is a wicked killer, amirite?
I pray for rain each day he is here (doesn't work very hard, only here about 25% of the time - not a very successful business model if you ask me). The garden area is low-lying and collects a ton of water when the sky leaks. He even DROVE OVER the patch of bell flower things that despite being driven over all winter, still emerged when awakened by spring. While the damn things are in bloom!
When fat girl decides to wear cute, strappy wedges to work it actually sounds like BIG FOOT is answering the phones up here. And she does NOT want you tiptoeing or driving on the mf-ing tulips!!!