Monday, April 27, 2015
God, I feel sorry for the old-timers who live here. We get notes like this posted all over the place. Simple stuff, like telling people not to throw trash in the hallways. When they dropped the 55 age limit, the animals started moving in.
Someone on a bike is doing donuts in the basement parking area. People are propping doors open that are supposed to remain shut. I hear stereos blasting. And on and on. These are our "golden years."