Our neighbours
Every day without fail, old lady #1 across the road on the 3rd floor throws a huge bucket of water over 4 small flower pots spread even along her balcony railing and to rinse her balcony clear of debris. At each attempt, she hits only 1 or 2 of her targets and instead drenches the balcony of old lady #2 living below her, prompting her usually placid neighbour to shake her fist in the air and scream: "salope! SALope! SAALope! SAAAALOOOPe! (bitch! x 4). Sometimes, G and I wonder if old lady #1 does it just to hear old lady #2 rant. This daily exchange of sorts is our wake-up call, where we wake up running to our balcony to see the latest episode.
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