Still the Aural Peeping Tom
And she's off again!
6:27 a.m. on a Saturday morning. What the hell does my upstairs neighbor do?
She can't have a regular office job or be a teacher or a social worker or something like that. She wouldn't be gone so early and come back so late, and no work on Saturday.
She can't be a server ... unless she does the breakfast shift somewhere! I didn't think about that! That would explain her erratic hours. What if she's a server or even a cook at different places? At one place she's got the breakfast shift, right? If she's, say, got to be there by 7:00 a.m. she might have to do prep for 9:00 a.m. customers. Other times she pulls a later shift, or maybe she's got shifts at other places. She comes home at one or two a.m. That would make sense, right?
6:27 a.m. on a Saturday morning. What the hell does my upstairs neighbor do?
She can't have a regular office job or be a teacher or a social worker or something like that. She wouldn't be gone so early and come back so late, and no work on Saturday.
She can't be a server ... unless she does the breakfast shift somewhere! I didn't think about that! That would explain her erratic hours. What if she's a server or even a cook at different places? At one place she's got the breakfast shift, right? If she's, say, got to be there by 7:00 a.m. she might have to do prep for 9:00 a.m. customers. Other times she pulls a later shift, or maybe she's got shifts at other places. She comes home at one or two a.m. That would make sense, right?
posted by - caj at 6:27 AM
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Do you recognize her footsteps? Or could that have been last night's company slinking out the door?
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