Have you ever heard that song that goes:
This is the day,
This is the day
That the Lord has made
That the Lord has made
So let us rejoice
So let us rejoice
And be glad in it
And be glad in it
And so on? We always used to sing it in Sunday school. I'm laughing right now because that song is in my head.
This morning I had time to sleep in 'til ten, such a luxury, especially because I have been having the hardest time sleeping. Evilly, I awoke around eight. It took me a second to figure out why. The air filter was humming comfortingly, the cats were both snuggled up next to me sweetly, it was dark in my room, perfectly dark. The smell was what woke me. I actually yelled out in frustration, after sneezing three or four times. Then marched to my front door and shoved a towel at the bottom of it and fabricated around my front hall a bit before spraying some lavender pillow spray on and around my pillows and climbing back into bed. The cats looked a bit miffed.
What, you ask could that smell be that perturb Etoile so? Could someone be smoking cigarettes, or *gasp* marijuana that early in the morning? Is it seeping into her apartment? Does one of the old ladies in her building wear such godawful perfume that it creeps past Etoile's door and into her bedroom at eight A.M.? Perhaps a cleaning product used by the extra-efficient cleaning people bothers Etoile... What, you ask, COULD IT BE????
It is none of those things my friends. It is none other than what has been dubbed "the dirty taco smell." It is difficult to explain. It smells a bit like taco meat cooked with extra cheap, extra bad taco seasoning. But that isn't quite it. It has a more rancid smell to it. Since whoever on my floor cooks it ALL the time at ALL times of day I had the chance to ask BQ about it. She's kind of a foreign food connoisseur. Not even she could identify it. So it came to be known as the "dirty taco smell." I hate it. When they cook it early in the morning it makes me gag. I have been super-patient for a long, long time because I'm sure that since they cook it all the time it must have some kind of cultural significance to them, whoever they are.
No longer. I won't spend the winter being stuck with this smell that makes me feel like throwing up. When I cook extra pungent foods I open my back slider, and use the oven fans. Not everyone likes the smell of the food I like. I called my property manager to find out what I could do. She's getting back to me.
Then....
On my way back from class, to my car, a woman literally pushed me out of her way. I mean she put her hands on me and pushed. I almost slipped on a patch of ice, and I dropped my cell phone in the snow. I steadied myself and retrieved the phone quickly and shouted "Hey" at her. She turned and laughed nervously, "You weren't moving quite fast enough for me. Sorry. You should try walking faster." I furrowed my brow and shook my head. I couldn't even find the words.
Then, to really top it all off I decided to take the stairs on my way up to my apartment. I try to do so once a day. It makes me feel a little better about myself. But on the stairs today were two kids, probably about ten, and their dog. They insisted that I "use the password." I said I didn't know what it was and kind of laughed. One of them grabbed my arm and said "Give us money then or we'll push you down all the stairs." I rolled my eyes and pushed past them. When I got to my floor their mother was about to yell downstairs at them. I raised my eyebrows at her and jokingly said "Those are quite the toll-keepers you've got down there. They asked me for money." She frowned. "Did you give them any?" I smiled and shook my head "No". "Why not? They're kids" she says to me. Um, what? I didn't know we were giving children monetary rewards for being children. Wow. She called down to them and they all came rushing up. As I was unlocking my door I heard them complain to her about my lack of compassion in their money making endeavor. Just as she shut the door and before I stepped into my own I heard her say "Don't worry, she's just a stingy bitch." I actually laughed out loud.
Who are these people? Is this really the day that the Lord has made?
This is the day,
This is the day
That the Lord has made
That the Lord has made
So let us rejoice
So let us rejoice
And be glad in it
And be glad in it
And so on? We always used to sing it in Sunday school. I'm laughing right now because that song is in my head.
This morning I had time to sleep in 'til ten, such a luxury, especially because I have been having the hardest time sleeping. Evilly, I awoke around eight. It took me a second to figure out why. The air filter was humming comfortingly, the cats were both snuggled up next to me sweetly, it was dark in my room, perfectly dark. The smell was what woke me. I actually yelled out in frustration, after sneezing three or four times. Then marched to my front door and shoved a towel at the bottom of it and fabricated around my front hall a bit before spraying some lavender pillow spray on and around my pillows and climbing back into bed. The cats looked a bit miffed.
What, you ask could that smell be that perturb Etoile so? Could someone be smoking cigarettes, or *gasp* marijuana that early in the morning? Is it seeping into her apartment? Does one of the old ladies in her building wear such godawful perfume that it creeps past Etoile's door and into her bedroom at eight A.M.? Perhaps a cleaning product used by the extra-efficient cleaning people bothers Etoile... What, you ask, COULD IT BE????
It is none of those things my friends. It is none other than what has been dubbed "the dirty taco smell." It is difficult to explain. It smells a bit like taco meat cooked with extra cheap, extra bad taco seasoning. But that isn't quite it. It has a more rancid smell to it. Since whoever on my floor cooks it ALL the time at ALL times of day I had the chance to ask BQ about it. She's kind of a foreign food connoisseur. Not even she could identify it. So it came to be known as the "dirty taco smell." I hate it. When they cook it early in the morning it makes me gag. I have been super-patient for a long, long time because I'm sure that since they cook it all the time it must have some kind of cultural significance to them, whoever they are.
No longer. I won't spend the winter being stuck with this smell that makes me feel like throwing up. When I cook extra pungent foods I open my back slider, and use the oven fans. Not everyone likes the smell of the food I like. I called my property manager to find out what I could do. She's getting back to me.
Then....
On my way back from class, to my car, a woman literally pushed me out of her way. I mean she put her hands on me and pushed. I almost slipped on a patch of ice, and I dropped my cell phone in the snow. I steadied myself and retrieved the phone quickly and shouted "Hey" at her. She turned and laughed nervously, "You weren't moving quite fast enough for me. Sorry. You should try walking faster." I furrowed my brow and shook my head. I couldn't even find the words.
Then, to really top it all off I decided to take the stairs on my way up to my apartment. I try to do so once a day. It makes me feel a little better about myself. But on the stairs today were two kids, probably about ten, and their dog. They insisted that I "use the password." I said I didn't know what it was and kind of laughed. One of them grabbed my arm and said "Give us money then or we'll push you down all the stairs." I rolled my eyes and pushed past them. When I got to my floor their mother was about to yell downstairs at them. I raised my eyebrows at her and jokingly said "Those are quite the toll-keepers you've got down there. They asked me for money." She frowned. "Did you give them any?" I smiled and shook my head "No". "Why not? They're kids" she says to me. Um, what? I didn't know we were giving children monetary rewards for being children. Wow. She called down to them and they all came rushing up. As I was unlocking my door I heard them complain to her about my lack of compassion in their money making endeavor. Just as she shut the door and before I stepped into my own I heard her say "Don't worry, she's just a stingy bitch." I actually laughed out loud.
Who are these people? Is this really the day that the Lord has made?
2 Comments:
I can't believe that woman pushed
you! You can take consolation in the
fact that one day she is going to push
the WRONG person!
Sounds completely ridiculous. Who are these people? Oh well, I suppose laughter is preferable to smacking the kids/ swearing at the woman/ breaking and entering to destroy their oven...
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