Oct 3, 2006

Overheard Right Outside Our Damn Window

For some reason, every drunken college student, homeless can collector, stoned hippie, and general crackpot in Berkeley chooses to argue/protest/sing/piss in front of our apartment. I don't know why; we're just lucky, I guess. So tonight a rather naggish chick and a guy who sounded like Walter Brennan decided to have their very loud, very personal conversation outside our window.

Some highlights:
Woman: Everyone thinks I'm the richest woman in Berkeley. I'm not; I'm the poorest woman in Berkeley!

A few unintelligible seconds later, she continued:
I'm going to lose my house!

(Hm, she has a house. That probably makes her better off than I am.)
And another point in her litany of complaints:
I don't want to, but I have to pay someone to clean the bathroom! I don't want to, but I have to pay someone to clean the pool!

Stupefying, no?

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