I walked into my apartment building this evening and was met by a surprise most unpleasant: a tall guy, whom I instantly pegged as the son of the giant who lives upstairs (Giant Jr., I supposed; he who plays bad jazz on his bass into the wee hours of the morn), walked past me holding...a small black mouse.
He was headed outside, dangling the poor bastard by his little tail. His friend held the door open for him.
"Shit!"
It was all I could muster. Could he not have worn a glove or something? Even a makeshift glove, a plastic bag? Or at the very least, have grabbed a damn paper towel? Who does that?
It was the most vile thing I could have possibly seen just before dinner.
Who does that is right, ewwww!
Posted by: Tanya | October 02, 2009 at 10:14 AM
It was so disgusting. The college kids in this building are a total nightmare!
Posted by: the odd broad | October 03, 2009 at 12:22 PM
Sick Jazz playing bastard!
Posted by: Sissy | October 03, 2009 at 08:54 PM