A letter

Dear Old Woman (who lives in my building, one floor below me),

Why when ever we pass each other in our daily going-ons of life you constantly give me a dirty look? I know I’m the youngest in our building by…30 years, but it is not like I’m going to rob you. I wouldn’t even think about robbing you, you know where I live. (I kid, I kid)

I don’t know why you can’t even make an effort to be somewhat pleasant. I at least try to smile when we see each other, and I offered to help you with your groceries once or twice.

Although, if you are upset by the fact that our building has paper-thin walls and I like to keep late noisy hours or maybe that time I almost accidentally hit you with a car I can totally understand your position.

Sorry,

Your Neighbor

Matthew “Caveman” Becker

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One response to “A letter

  1. Dear Old Man Who Lives Next Door,

    Why do you insist on running outside to talk to me every time I go into the backyard? I understand that you’re probably lonely, and I try to make time for you, but when I explain that I’m in a hurry, and just home for lunch to give the dogs some fresh water, take a hint. I’ll be back at 6 or 7 tonight, and you can tell me the same stories repeatedly for 45 minutes then.

    JT

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