Every single day, almost like clockwork, this lady would get up, groan and scream at whatever she felt like. Then, she would proceed to hit something, another scream followed, then silence for around half an hour. After silence she would start her motorcycle, drive off around 2am and return around 6 with a duffel bag. I had to live next to this woman. And I was beginning to think, she was up to no good. So, one morning I crawled out of bed. I had to see what this girl was doing! I put on clothes and snuck up over to her window, crawled up, and peered inside. She groaned, got out of bed, complained about her old husband (that was the ‘screaming at whatever she felt like), then she leaned down and pulled out a… well… I don’t really know, but she hit hit, screamed, then went back to bed. Exactly 1/2 an hour later, she got out of bed again and drove off in her motorcycle, with me in my car, following a decent distance behind her. She drove to the grocery store, and then came out with the duffel bag, and guess what it was full of. Tuna. Like, lady. I love tuna too, but what the hell.

I’m still no closer to figuring out what the hell this woman does.