disappointingly boring.
Management acknowledged my complaint.
They gave me a reference number.
Several days later, Daniel received a formal notice reminding him of his obligations under the lease.
And then something extraordinary happened.
Nothing.
No tea bag Monday.
Nothing Tuesday.
Nothing Wednesday.
I sat outside with my coffee and enjoyed fifteen uninterrupted minutes in which absolutely nothing fell from the sky.
It was glorious.
Daniel’s Note
Two weeks later, there was a handwritten note in my mailbox.
You could have just talked to me. I would’ve stopped. You didn’t need to involve management.
I read it twice.
Then I wrote:
I did talk to you. Twice.
The first time, you apologized and promised to stop.
The second time, you told me I should be grateful it was only tea and closed the door.
I’m not sure what third conversation you expected.
I’ve lived here for eleven years. I signed for
