I was checking mom's mail, when I bumped into Sean (ha! I remembered his name today) in the lobby. He mumbled something then started to stare at the floor. I thought he was going to complain about how much mud was about today, but he said off handed that he was afraid to watch the rest of the security tapes from the last few days. When I asked what happened, thinking someone stole something, he blushed saying that the little reading lounge/library they have set up down the hall, some chick came out of it with nothing but a short t-shirt on and some guy was right behind her buttoning up his pants. Both drunk and swaying, zig-zagging about.
And now the little room they have for the residents of the building to use for getting together for coffee, or visit with their grand-kids, where they hold meetings for the building etc, will be locked most of the time when the maintenance guy isn't around. Which means, given he's only ever here for about two hours a day, the room will be locked all the time and pretty much useless now.
We're not talking twenty somethings either here, my mom lives in a senior's building, so we're talking a couple in their late 60's or older.
That threw cold water on any images some of you readers might have had floating in your brains eh?
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