It’s Saturday. The intercom rings at 5AM. D and I both curse, and a 20 second conversation follows on how this had to be a delivery, and why the security is buzzing us when we have agreed on “9 to 9, no calls”! D manages to reclaim some sleep, I can’t.
At 7 ish AM, I am pissed, and have to use extra willpower to enforce my morning exercise routine. I want to give that security guy a piece of my mind, and hurry to catch him before his shift gets over. Turns out I am a minute late, and the other security guy doesn’t have his number stored. WTF dude! I am even more pissed, and tell him that I need the number when I return from my morning jog.
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