Ahhhh, Memories....

Hey, Amy, remember our first apartment?

Hey, David, remember how we told the landlord about the hole in the carpet & he said he'd let us replace the carpet if we wanted to, so we just put a rug over the hole?

Hey, Amy, remember how the maintenance guys dropped the toilet & broke it when they were replacing the tile? And then they just glued it back together?

Hey, David, remember how the water to the building would get turned off with no notice & so we'd have to go without showering?

Hey, Amy, remember the kitchen/hallway? And the oven we had to light every time we used it?

Hey, David, remember how the blinds were broken & people walking past the apartment could see into our bedroom?

Hey, Amy, remember the time I was on my way to an interview, dressed in my suit, and I walked out of our apartment & the police were frisking a guy right outside our building?

Hey, David, remember the time when the police chased a guy through our apartment building?

Hey, Amy, remember the time our next door neighbors threatened to kill each other? And how her boyfriend got deported?

Hey, David, remember how the same next door neighbor left her 3 & 5-year-old kids home alone & one time the 3-year-old wandered into some stranger's house down the street?

Hey, Amy, remember how our neighbor downstairs talked the police out of taking the kids away from her?

Hey, David, remember how she never vacuumed her apartment. Ever? And the floor was, literally, covered with food? And how there was a rumor that she was running a brothel from her apartment?

Hey, Amy, remember when her 5-year-old took a nail to the hood of my car?

Hey, David, remember how we were supposed to water the grass & shovel the snow for the apartment building? Except we didn't have a hose, sprinkler, or shovel?

Hey, Amy, remember the time some guy parked right behind our car while you were at work, so I had to call our friend to drive me to pick you up from work?

Hey, David, remember how the washer & dryer in the basement only worked about half the time & so we'd have to go drive to the laundromat to do our laundry?

Hey, Amy, remember how we had a window in our shower?

Hey, David, remember how there were 5 single Mexican immigrant men living in a studio apartment in the basement? And they worked for the landlord and were given permission to turn the water off whenever the sewer backed up into their apartment? Without notifying the other residents?

Yeah, those were the good old days....