At 5:23 p.m., the Pantry Punishers started drumming on the wall between our kitchens. The drumming lasted for about a minute. There was no discernible reason for the drumming to occur. I don't see what's so "fun" about beating on a wall anyway. It's plain stupid. I didn't do that crap when I was a kid. It was more fun to go outside and splash in mud puddles, "bake mud pies" and other such kid things.
I bet this means that now I've called the management office, they'll next be playing their TV loud again.
