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When I lived in Richmond, it was in a condo full of wealthy people so naturally I thought they'd have some semblance of sanitation to match their rather clean and tidy appearance.
My dreams were shattered only two weeks into residency when after flirting with an attractive woman in the elevator, she told me I was standing in a puddle of dog piss. I mean who walks into an elevator expecting to stand in a piss puddle? It didn't even smell! Can't say it got much better from there. Some days I preferred to take the stairs.
Everyday I'd play 'find the random pile of trash' because everyday was different. Hell, trash bags even ended up in beside my car in the parking lot!
What a wonderfully sane life I had in that building.
Contrast to the 3 floor low rise I'm in now that's chock full of seniors and people on all sorts of government assistance and it's a better environment. People actually say hi to each other and hold the elevator open for a straggler. Sure the person across from my suite is a transgendered FTM who answers the door topless despite faulty breast reduction surgery and her GF has spastic seizure induced raging temper tantrums.
Every building is a Kinder Surprise...
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Originally Posted by GS8
When I think about ewe, I touch myself
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