metrocake

Or neighborhood annoyance, whatever. Someone’s moving out of my apartment building, and they are standing outside, just in front of the building, (and thus in front of my kitchen, my bedroom, and my living room) in the shaft that has really good acoustics.

They’ve been on their cell phone for about 45 minutes, now. It’s 9:30 am. So far I’ve heard about their taking the red-eye, the horror movie they saw the other night, and Brooklyn vs. Queens. (Queens lost.) Oh, and they’re feeling guilty for not carrying any boxes. Awwww.

They’ve been talking ever since I woke up, in the most annoying, overpriveleged-20-year-old voice imaginable. I’m barely restraining myself from screaming “Shut Up! Shut UUUUUP! Put that cell phone AWAY!” out the window. MOVE AWAY, ALREADY!