FROM THE 2nd FLOOR


i live in a house-- two apartments-- we are on the 1st floor

up until last thursday we lived under harley tattoo neighbor man (term coined by miss mary)
many of you have heard the stories of said neighbor (who's bedroom just so happens to be directly underneath mine) and his many "woman stories" that still haunt me to this day! oy!

now "htnb" has moved himself to warmer climates- florida- and we have three new upstairs neighbors.
unmarried.
heavy boston accents.
contractors.
nice as can be and willing to fix up our falling down place.
friends of previous tenant.

monday being my day off, i was lounging in bed. 9 am rolls around and all of a sudden there's a knock at the door. it's one of my new neighbors. he introduces himself and we begin talking about the fixer-uppers they are doing to their apartment and then offers his services if ours ever needs anything... BOY DOES IT EVER!

i have never been in the upstairs apartment before and intrigued, i asked to see it. once up there i am introduced to neighbor man #1's boss. they take me on the tour and show me around, smallish chit chat "what do you do for a living, where are you from" then--

neighbor man #1: so you guys are nuns, right?

me: LOLOLOL--ummm... nope

neighbor man #1: oh really? yeah dey tol me when i moved in dat i had to be really nice to deh ladies dat lived downstehs, cause dey were nuns, and i was like- yeah dat's cool

me: LOLOLOL... well i would imagine if they thought that it was because we sort of live like nuns-- in a way... you know... no sex, alcohol or drugs.

neighbor man #1: oh yeah, well dats cool. so yor all like church goin girls.

me: yes... indeed we are!


who knows- maybe it would have been best to let him keep thinking we were nuns-- he being catholic (as he told me)-- and just for fun twist the guilt knife in his back about having his girlfriend over or the beer in his hand.