What are we here for but to make sport of our neighbours and be made sport of in our turn

[charliesmum]

The couple in the apartment next to mine had a flaming row this evening. I shamelessly listened in. It was the same tune as arguments I've had in the past, and I felt rather grateful it was them having the argy-bargy, and not me. I have to admit I basked in the joy of realising that I will never have to have that argument again. Unless I yell at myself.

Apparently, the boy didn't put money in an account, but said he did, and the girl authorised a payment for something, and it wasn't accepted because there was no money, and he wouldn't admit that he screwed it up. He kept blaming the company, and her, as near as I could figure, and saying they were lying, or she was lying, or something.

I had an urge to climb over the little fence that seperates our balconies and invite her over for a beer.

But that would have been weird.