Dear new person across the hall,
Welcome to the neighborhood! I hope you like it here. I hope you're quiet and don't have any domestic disturbances. I also hope you realize that you're killing me with the second hand smoke! Do you get that we share a balcony and that smoke can actually waft through lattice? It's lattice for Pete's sake...it has HOLES in it...therefore, smoke can get through it. And do you realize at all that my screen door is right on the other side of that lattice? Which means that I'm just innocently sitting in my living room watching Dancing With The Stars and all of a sudden get smoker's cough! And this is not because I've ever smoked in my life...but because of 30 seconds on the other side of the lattice from you!!
Anyway, I just had to get that off my chest...a chest that is suffering from respiratory distress because of you. If you hear me coughing up a lung (a sound I'm sure you're familiar with), please call 9-1-1-. If you need a cup of sugar, come on over. If you need the patch or some nicotine gum...I'll go buy it for you!
Love,
Laura
2 comments:
This is exactly what Gina and I had to endure at our first apartment except that it was the balcony directly above ours. We had cigarette butts all over our patio. It was the most disgusting thing ever!
We ended up keeping our sliding door shut most of the time.
Poor Laura…
Oh, smokers. Why can't they understand that their nasty little habbit is killing the rest of us?
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