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I hate hallway rendezvous right outside my door almost as much as I hate the elderly.

Two geriatric ward refugees crossed paths in the hallway, right outside my door, and took the opportunity to loudly discuss the benefit of walkers over canes, the troubles of going down to the lobby to retrieve their mail, and how magazines are cumbersome.

If a ten yard stroll from your door to the elevator and standing upright for a nine story ride to the lobby is too taxing on your feeble body, try getting an apartment with a mailbox at the door, you simple fuck.

In contrast, I enjoy noticing how terrible my handwriting is, scrawled on scraps of paper on the floor. Moreso, I revel in the fact that I can decipher the etching.