No one would enjoy keeping track of the sex life of your neighbour unless you are one gossip queen.
For me, though annoyed, I add an additional tally mark on my fridge to mark yet another day where my parking bay landlord has again 'cordially' informed me of the 'special lady' presence. He likes to call me at the wee hour: 11.30pm, 10.45pm, 11.50pm and shows his concern whether I am going home any sooner. I guess my mom would otherwise owe him a big thank you for concerning my daily routine if it is not for his 'special lady' visit.
Well, today he called again at 11.40 when I was at the security check point. Without hesitation, I told him of my coming home, or be precise, my very soon presence on the parking bay. I am not going to compromise my rest time over adultery, though you do not get a halo shining brightly on top of my head.
Sorry Mr. Landlord, I can tell how disturbed you feel and Dear Ms/Mdm Special Lady, I saw your angry look. Although you might want to hide your emotion by pretending to have an upset stomach in stead of heart, I guess within the radius of 10 steps from you, every walking living thing can feel it. Oh Yeah...forgot to inform you, it wasn't that windy in the parking block until you need to pull & hold ur cardigan, I can see that the way you button your shirt is as good as my 4 year old nephew learning his lesson of 'How to button your own shirt'...you miss button one or two ( guess in a course of hurrying ).
And to the grand Romeo....I don't think you look attractive in your oversized boxer...remember what do you mean by common area of a condominium? Yes, you were in common area... and please observe the 'no storcky middle age man in boxer' rule.
Seeing the black wira sped off the spot, I feel so happy: another victory, but how many more to come? I wonder.
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