A Collection of Bathroom Notes
After a long day of work , I walked up the crisp mauve carpet to apartment no . 3 on Chiltmore block . My key swivelled with ease through the dulled bronze lock , and I pushed open the door as my arm reached to grab my bag off the floor . When I entered , I heard the bath running and droplets of steam ambushed the floor . “ Hello , is anyone here ?”. Silence stared me in the face . I assumed we must have a new cleaner - how sweet - she must have wanted to reward me with a relaxing bath after this long day . I left her a note .
Thank you so much !!
Saturday night in downtown Manhattan . Crazy . Yet , I returned to the tedious layer of mauve leading me to apartment no . 3 . The bath was running again , a now familiar noise . I simply turned off the faucet this time and left the cleaner another note .
Can you not leave the bath on please .
Mondays are the worst . Hectic . Hungover . I wanted to return from work and relax but the cleaner had other plans for me . Water was oozing out of the bath , leaking through my door when I arrived . My head was spinning , I felt so crazed I thought the water was slightly tinted red . I spent hours cleaning up the cleaner ’ s mess . I left another note .
DO NOT TURN ON THE BATH !
This went on for weeks . She ran the bath . I left a note . My notes grew angrier every day . I had finally had enough of having to make sure I got home early enough to catch
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