Nearly every morning, someone goes into the shaftway behind our apartment and spends about half an hour making a great racket. I think it's a homeless person collecting bottles; the clank-clank-clankity-clank-clank-clank-CRASH makes it pretty obvious that someone is rooting through the recycling bins. I haven't figured out how on earth a relatively small apartment building can generate enough bottles every day to result in half an hour or more of bottle sorting, but that's another matter.

This morning, though, the usual clanking and rattling was punctuated with a noise that can only be described as "refrigerators falling down several flights of stairs." Despite opening the door and looking out into the hall and going around to all the windows, I have absolutely no idea what it was. It went on for about fifteen minutes, during which time the cats and I were vaguely concerned about our safety, and then abruptly stopped, leaving only the subdued clank-clank-clankity drifting up from the shaftway.

Tags: apartment, puzzlements
current mood: : sleepy