“Yip, yip, yip…”
February 18th 2010 21:00
One of the perks of being a caretaker is getting to know everyone’s secrets. Years ago, when I used to live in one of the buildings Fred looks after, I had to put up with a teenage girl who lived above me. Like all teenagers, she threw loud parties and had loud…ahem…let’s say, intimate relations. The strange part about the latter was instead of the usual moans and groans, she would make dog noises. “Yip, yip, yip,” was what I heard.
I thought I was imagining things until Fred happened to tell me that while he was cleaning the hallway on the girl’s floor that he happened to hear the same thing.
We were both perplexed; why on earth would you making yipping noises?
Fortunately, so many people complained about the girl’s loud parties and other noises that the property manager (who was also Fred’s boss) asked her to leave when her lease expired. I was delighted…until the next teenage girl moved in who made this one look like a kitten in comparison to the noise she made.
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