The Garbage Lady

Here I am again with my latest rant. It's 3am in the freaking morning and I am posting to my blog. Why am I up at such a late hour? The reason is simple. I was in bed, oh maybe around 2am, having spent a relaxing late evening watching The Butterfly Effect (great movie and a must see). Since i work to 10pm staying up that late doesn't phase me. However when I crawl in to bed finally I do like to sleep.

Not 10 minutes into my sleepy time, I hear somebody tossing garbage down the garbage chute. Normally, no bigger, despite the fact the noise of the door opening, then the chute squeeling as it opens and closes, is rather loud and echos down the hall, nor does it help my bedroom is situally almost directly across from where the chute is, this doesn't bother me. However, when the same person makes 10 trips to the garbage chute one after the other, it gets annoying. How do I know it's the same person? I checked. I stood by my door peeping through the peephole (it's what it is for anyway) and saw some fat short guy/gal? walking back and forth, each time carrying a little metal tin/garabage can.

If I wasn't wearing a nightgown that barely reached my knees, I would have openned my door and ask this woman or guy (couldn't tell from the side as it walked back and forth down the hallway) what the fuck possessed them to make 10 trips to the garbage chute in the middle of the fucking night. Knowing my luck it would be sort of psychotic nutcase disposing of his whore of the eaving, in pieces. Most likely, he was tossing out recyclable items he was too lazy to bring down to the blue boxes in the parking garage.

Oh well, he's done now and you all get the privilage of hearing me bitch about it. I never claimed reading my post would be a pleasant experience.

'Hit me once and I will hit you back. Hit me twice, Oh Baby!'