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.
Matthew “Caveman” Becker