Her lady bits were being murderous, so she decided to skip the surprise birthday party for a friend and just stay home. She settled into her couch with a movie when she heard it.
Knock.
Knock.
KnockKnock.
Was it coming from the neighbor to the right? Above her? Below her? It sounded like it was directly on the other side of her bathroom, but that was where the elevator was. She shrugged and figured it would stop after a little while. She pushed play on her movie again.
After that movie and a couple of TV show episodes, it was 8:00 PM and the knocking continued. She got up to try and find the noise again, when her old-timey doorbell buzzer went off. She opened the door and there was a guy, angry. He was wearing sweats just like hers, and she laughed internally because they could go as twins somewhere.
"That knocking...it has to stop." He said through gritted teeth. "It's after 8PM, construction hours are over."
"I couldn't agree more...but I'm not the one doing--" the knocking started up again, proving that she wasn't the culprit.
The man let out a grunt and said "WHERE could it be coming from?"
"I think maybe it's the one on the other side of the elevators...or above or below...where is yours?"
"I'm on 20" he said, indicating the floor above. He was already halfway down the hallway to the other side. She desperately wanted to ask him if he was directly above her, and if he played jacks and marbles all the time, or only when she was home. Before she could say anything, he was gone around the corner.
She went back inside, closed the door, and locked it. Still facing the door, she said to herself "It was nice to meet you."
