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Instead of walking downstairs and setup their BBQ in the courtyard, why not place it right on the pathway? (the only means of access to my apartment)... Why the hell not?
And then, leave it there for a while. At first, I am sure that the thing is too hot to move, but then after a few days, it becomes evident that laziness has taken over again and it's only when the boyfriend sees me try to squeeze by and slip on the many grease stains, old meat chunks and whatever other trash that is now lathering the ground, that he decides it may be time to move the shit out of the way.
Dog Park ...
After many repetitions of the BBQ episode, I mistakenly thought that it couldn't get more annoying.
And then it did.
Coming back from work after a very, very long day, I go up the stairs and almost collide with a high wood board that is propped up across the way and jammed up in the railing. I can't go to my apartment. The two annoying neighbor's rats (sorry, dogs) are barking like crazy on the other side of the obstacle. I do realize at that moment that I am in fact in the middle of yet another situation. As laziness goes, we have now reach a new level. Tired of walking the dogs, The boyfriend had blocked of the way with a board and left his door open so that the dogs can run around. This of course includes my apartment and any hope I had to go home unhindered. The boyfriend was obviously keeping an eye out. Or he may simple have heard the loud cacophony or rat barks. Anyway, he came out running and apologizing about blocking my way and promptly removed the obstacle. Which in turn allowed the dogs to jump on me. I put a quick stop to that with a small but powerful threatening move that had them running back inside the hole (referring to the neighbor's apartment).
Life ...
