I'm not going to bring him cake after all.

[roseembolism]

When I went back to the apartment to show the damage to my insurance agent, I arrived to find him conducting his interview with my downstairs neighbor; an interview that mostly consisted of said neighbor complaining about me.  He  was taking the opportunity of a captive audience to list off all the problems he had had with us, from falling flower pots, to noises, to our watering our plants wetting his porch. It was bad of me to listen in, but I couldn't help overhearing my neighbor stating that he had heard the closet door opening, and something running around upstairs...he concluded that we must have been home, gone outside when the leak started, and evidently hid in the car for several hours, to come back when the repair people came.   The beleaguered agent's response to the litany of complaints was simply "I'm just here to get the information about your damages."

I DID like the part where Neighbor of Mine complained that because we had been living here for years, the management wasn't taking his complaints seriously.  I'm nevertheless thinking of getting an affidavit from oh, six or seven people who saw us at the party.

But in any case, my sympathy for my neighbor has declined quite a bit.  

No cake for them.