My Neighbor Can Keep My Trash
Language: en
Every time I asked Vanessa to head downstairs, I’d add a casual reminder: "Don’t forget to take the trash out." She’d always nod, and she’d always forget. Later, I noticed something. Whenever she went down, the trash outside our neighbor Sebastian’s door would miraculously vanish by the next morning. Once, I purposefully didn’t say a word. Predictably, our trash sat right where it was, while the hallway across from us was spotless. I stood at the door for a few seconds, breathing in the faint, sour stench of overnight fermentation. I didn’t say a word. I simply picked up the bag and walked…