Prompt: How do you get along with your neighbors?
There are the adults. I say “hello, how are you?” and they respond with a confused looked on their face and then sputter out a hello in response.
And then there are the kids. Fairly good kids, just doing what kids do. Which is run in packs up and down the stairway, on the sidewalk, leaving noise and scuff marks trailing behind. One even knocking on the door to ask for a slice of pizza.
And then there is the trash. The white trash bag that is ubiquitously outside the door across the hallway, and not just outside one door. The trash that also finds its way onto the stairway, like broken glass and tabasco sauce (maybe?) left for days.