(It's hilarious that someone altered this park sign, right?)
A little background: I moved into a cutie new apartment a few weeks ago. One week after, I met an upstairs neighbor, Rick, who fed me a little info about our building.
1. The tenant before me...died. No wonder I was able to move in during the middle of the month.
2. There was a bedbug outbreak not too long ago. No worries, though, because, "the landlord took care of it real good." Rick's words. Less comforting than you'd think.
Ok, so now on top of that - I pulled into the parking lot last Tuesday and found two cops circling my building. Curiosity immediately set in, so I entered through the back door to investigate. After turning a corner to walk up the stairs I found my landlord, Belva, standing at the top of the first flight.
"Is everything ok?" I inquired.
"Well...I don't know yet," Belva responded.
I continued up the stairs to find the two cops and maintenance guy, Luckie, placed in front of my next door neighbor's door. The officers asked me to stay put as they broke into the apartment. After seconds, one of the cops announced, "he's dead." My neighbor had been deceased in his home for at least three days, during the hottest week of Summer. I was living next door to a dead guy and passed by his apartment a number of times during those three days. Needless to say, I was incredibly spooked.
...I really hope I didn't get a melon of an apartment.
In other, much happier, news, this blouse is one of the marvelous items I acquired at the Hill Vintage trailer sale. The colors remind me of cotton candy! Don't worry, I'm not going to eat my shirt.
Have a lovely evening!