Apartment Status Report

College is back in session and the expected flood of college kids has indeed arrived. There were at least four groups moving into my building at once, all on the same day, so who knows how many moved in, all told. All I know is that over the course of the long weekend (Labor Day, for you non-U.S. people - I’m looking at you, squid) the closet that hosts the trash chute was filled to overflowing with pizza boxes, empty 30-packs of Bud Light and bags of miscellaneous trash. This, I’m sure, was a combination of the long weekend (meaning no one on duty to pick up the usual weekend build-up) and the fact that a whole mess of college kids just moved in and added to the amount of trash. Tonight, I returned from a night ride on the motorcycle and held the door for a couple of cops, who remarked about what apartment they were visting. This is the first time I’ve seen cops at the building, and I’d bet a week’s pay that they were checking on complaints about our new residents. All told, I’ve still been very lucky.

So far, no one has moved in around my apartment and the people who live around me are all older and quieter than I am. This is excellent for me, as this means I hear few noises in my apartment caused by the neighbors. If my luck holds until the end of the month, I’ll say that I’m safe from college kids for the year.

The thing is, however, that all my concern and worry about college kids moving into adjoining apartments strikes me as such “old guy” behavior. Growing older is OK with me, as I’m pretty realistic about things such as my age, but it’s still one of those concrete reminders that I’ll never be young again. Then I stop for a moment and think about youth and, when realization that I’ll never live those days again hits, I start cheering. I’ll just have to accept the fact that I’m not the cool guy who doesn’t mind noisy neighbors and young kids inconsiderately partying until 4:00am and trashing their apartment bad enough to attract bugs and rats into their place and, by association, my place. I didn’t like being that age and have little patience for most people that age…or younger…or older…let’s face it, I don’t have much patience for people in general. Except for a few exceptions, knowing that there are so many of you out there does not fill me with glee.

So at first glance, this bitter curmudgeon is happily free of college kids in his immediate area. There will be college kid shrapnel and collateral damage on occasion, I’m sure, but at least I’m blessedly free of the immediate area of impact. Hopefully this holds true for my entire time in this apartment complex.

And if I’ve offended anyone out there, lift your skirt up and grow a set you friggin’ pansies.

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