Thursday, August 17, 2006
Can't a Gal Just Sit Around in Her Underwear?
Yesterday I had some time to kill between shopping and class, so I curled up in my wicker chair with Stephanie Klein's new book, Straight Up and Dirty. I really like it.
This is America, so I firmly believe that if someone, even a lady, wants to sit in her home in her underwear, she has every right to do so. This is especially true if she lives in a basement apartment, as no one should be sticking their face into her little window anyway. Especially when she has blinds.
Apparently the men who are doing work on my building don't understand this, as I noticed them looking in every time they would come down the stairs past my window and into the basement. Yes, I eventually put on some pants, but why should I have to do that? I pay way too much money to have a stranger peer into my window every 20 minutes. Plus, it's rude.
The worst was yesterday when I came out of the shower in a towel and saw one of the workmen shouting at me through the window in Spanish, asking me to open the basement door. I yelled back at him that this was my house and to get his f*%#@ face out of my window. Apparently he not only didn't understand English, but tone of voice was lost on him as well. Eventually he picked up on our language barrier and walked away.,
Again, this morning I was I roused from sleep by the workmen banging things and stomping up the stairs. From behind the curtain that surrounds my bed, I saw them peering into my apartment. I showered quickly and left. It's too nice of a day to be inside, anyway.