Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned . . .

Real time update (it’s 2 am here). Some shit is going down in my hallway. And I wish I understood Korean. Cause I am curious.

There’s obviously a woman. And she wants to get into the apartment above me really badly. It is her mission to get into that apartment tonight. For the past 15 minutes she has not only been ringing the doorbell continuously, but shaking the door and shouting phrases in Korean. The doorbells here play various nursery rhyme-esque songs. So far I’ve heard Clementine (3 times); Yankee Doodle (twice); Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star (4 times); It’s a Small World; Mary Had a Little Lamb (3 times) and various other tunes I recognize but can’t name. Our hallway lights are on self timers, so in between each ring of the doorbell the light must turn off, because she stomps across the landing, then returns to shaking the door. There’s something disturbing about hearing sweet nursery rhyme songs coupled with the violent rattling of a metal door. There’s obviously someone in the apartment, because he’s shouting something back, but he’s not opening the door. I’m not sure I would either. The joys of apartment living . . .