“Are you kidding me?”
A woman’s voice blasts through my apartment window from below.
I shake my head. Whatever. They’ll move along.
Now what line was I reading again, before the interruption?
The voice carries on. An impressive command of vulgarity lambastes my ears.
I sigh heavily. It’s no use. I place the bookmark, set my book on the table.
The worst part is I can’t even enjoy the other side of this argument. Maybe she’s screaming in a cellphone?
I look out the window. A young woman is chewing out some guy.
And just like that, she walks away.
Picture is by Erich Ferdinand.