We may be in the middle of an earthquake.
As I write this, our ceiling is vibrating.
A menacing drilling noise pounds above our ceiling.
Turns out, the apartment on top of us is under renovation.
Random thoughts flow through my head.
Sounds like they're bowling strikes up there.
Is our ceiling going to cave in?
Whoops, someone bowled a spare. That's a shame.
Fee Fi Fo Fum...is the Jack and the Beanstalk giant jumping on a trampoline?
Our kitchen lights are rattling.
"That's it, I'm going up there to see what the racket is about."
So, I headed up the stairs to the apartment above us.
The door was closed shut, and the nob was not installed.
I knocked.
After a lull, a sweaty worker answered the door, wiping his brow.
Kinda a tall, intimidating fellow.
I decided to go the diplomatic route.
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
Blank stare.
"Looks like the work is going nicely, we really appreciate your efforts."
"Thank you, thank you," he wearily replied in broken English.
I think he knew I didn't come all the way up there to compliment their workmanship.
"Now I realize this is kinda noisy, with the hammering and all. But I just wanted to come and see what's making our kitchen lights shake?"
I glanced over to the area of the room that would be above our kitchen.
There was huge pile of wood planks, tossed sporadically.
Then I saw a whole chunk of stairs missing above the pile.
"We only have three more steps to go," he said, showing me his hammer and nail.
"Then we have to hammer new ones in."
Unsure of his intentions with that hammer, I decided to take my leave.
"Alright, thanks again. See you guys later."
See them later?
You're never going to see them again, you wuss.
So, I returned to find Chipley sitting on the couch, cowering.
"Did you take care of it?," she asked.
"Yeah, I did," I assured her.
Then a pounding thundered above, louder than ever.
Drat.
Guess they didn't find me threatening.
I should have been a football player.
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