listening to the fighting couple across the hall can be exhausting.

WARNING: Only read this post if  you are were one of those kids in high school who would run down the hall when you would hear two kids were fighting.

You have been warned.

There is a couple who lives across the hall from us. When they first moved in, I passed the girl in the hall, made eye contact (awkwardly of course)
Me: Hi!
Girl who is just too angry and bitter at the world: .......

A couple days later we hear some door slamming, stomping feet, voices being raised. We think, hmm, we scored some noisy, inconsiderate neighbors and shrugged it off. We were so naive then. So naive.

Turns out, this couple hates each other. Despises the others existence. Is living to see the other die.

We hear an explosion of yelling, shouting, crying, etc. A few slams. One of them will storm out. Fifteen minutes later we see them back out in front of the building listing off the complaints of  what the other one doesn't do enough or does too much. Some name calling.

For whatever reason, me and Steve are addicted to listening and watching. We are glued to the windows and doors when we hear them. It's almost like a soap opera. Hmm... maybe we should start taking notes for a screen play... No. Kaleena, no.