Dear People in the Condo Building:
I’m truly fascinated by your lives. Every time I go to our place to clean for a new guest or just hang out, there’s something going on.
It’s very “Rear Window.”
I’m here today because I have so much work to do, and I needed peace (read: time away from Dominic complaining about the Wi-Fi).
It’s a nice day, so I’m on the balcony. I’m worried about getting a contact high from the clouds of chronic. (New building name: Chronic Condo. Or THC Towers. Or High House.)
The last time I was here to get work done, I got to party with Cardi B, along with everyone else on their balconies.
One time, I was having a girls’ night with my friend Becky (with the good hair).
Some guys two floors down and two balconies over saw us.
Dude 1: Hey Ladies!
Dude 2: You with the hair!
Dude 3: We’ve got weed. Come on down!
Becky and I are middle-aged women. We are not going to party with random guys — in a pandemic, no less.
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t weirdly flattered.
Anyway, thanks for providing plenty of entertainment.
Love,
Beth
Observe and report 
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