You all now know about that dog downstairs that used to start it's daily hour bark at 6 AM. Thankfully, they finally moved out last month.
But guess who moved in upstairs? Treadmill Timothy.
We were introduced to our new neighbor, Treadmill Timothy, Monday morning at 5:50 AM when we were woken by a deep sub-woofer type sound beating down our ceiling, until about 6:30. Can we say, instant headache? Grrrr.
All week we've been trying to figure out what that noise is! Jumping jacks? Washing machine? Dishwasher? But this morning, we cracked it -- a TREADMILL.
Totally rude.
The complex DOES have a very nice workout room, complete with treadmills.
Let's just say we've had to use the broomstick on the ceiling ... not that it has worked.
It's going to be a LONG next few months until Janaury when our lease comes up.
I'm tired.
I think calling it a very nice workout room may be a stretch, but it does have a treadmill and there is nobody trying to sleep under said treadmill. At least he doesn't smoke while he's taking his morning jog...
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