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msfledermaus...A long while back, (Winter, I think!) I wrote a small bit about some lunatic in my building who apparantly had an issue with the nice blue-and-silver art-deco wallpaper decorating the upper inside of the elevator. He (I'm assuming it's a he but I could be wrong)
kept ripping off any little corners he could, spoiling the wallpaper. then the manager would patch it, and the Elevator Asshole (For so I'd dubbed him) would find another weak point and rip off another corner...
...Well, things have escalated.
About a month ago, when I was coming down with a load of laundry I found a huge piece of the wallpaper torn off and thrown on the floor. I carefully picked it up and took it to the manager's office. (She wasn't in; I slid it in the mail slot with a note.) When I came back up with my now clean laundry another big piece was ripped off. I went back down and put that in the mail slot too.
The next morning, Brian and I noticed that all the wallpaper was gone from the elevator. It had been completely stripped by the management. "Ha!" I chuckled, "That oughta put a cramp in the Wallpaper Asshole's day!!!
But no. It was not to be.
After the elevator was painted the same Pepto-Bismol-Pink the rest of the walls had been, a new manifestation of the Elevator Asshole appeared in all it's glory. Big nasty swipes in the paint with what looked like possibly a key, in large swoops. Paint chips that got larger and larger. The management would paint over the gouges, and the Elevator Asshole would begin again, with an adjoining piece of the wall. Over and over and over. Fueled by whatever heavy stimulant this person was apparently gobbling in massive handfulls, the battle for the wall went on and on.Recently the management plastered over the huge chunk the Elevator Asshole ripped out of the wall. Yesterday morning I saw those desperate key gouges starting again, right in
the middle of the new plaster.
I decided that this guy would not rest until the wall was completely gone and you could see the concrete walls of the elevator shaft. And then he'd start attacking the concrete, too.
Obsession is an ugly, ugly thing...
Ms Eff, your ongoing reporter in the Battle of the Gouged Elevator.
kept ripping off any little corners he could, spoiling the wallpaper. then the manager would patch it, and the Elevator Asshole (For so I'd dubbed him) would find another weak point and rip off another corner...
...Well, things have escalated.
About a month ago, when I was coming down with a load of laundry I found a huge piece of the wallpaper torn off and thrown on the floor. I carefully picked it up and took it to the manager's office. (She wasn't in; I slid it in the mail slot with a note.) When I came back up with my now clean laundry another big piece was ripped off. I went back down and put that in the mail slot too.
The next morning, Brian and I noticed that all the wallpaper was gone from the elevator. It had been completely stripped by the management. "Ha!" I chuckled, "That oughta put a cramp in the Wallpaper Asshole's day!!!
But no. It was not to be.
After the elevator was painted the same Pepto-Bismol-Pink the rest of the walls had been, a new manifestation of the Elevator Asshole appeared in all it's glory. Big nasty swipes in the paint with what looked like possibly a key, in large swoops. Paint chips that got larger and larger. The management would paint over the gouges, and the Elevator Asshole would begin again, with an adjoining piece of the wall. Over and over and over. Fueled by whatever heavy stimulant this person was apparently gobbling in massive handfulls, the battle for the wall went on and on.Recently the management plastered over the huge chunk the Elevator Asshole ripped out of the wall. Yesterday morning I saw those desperate key gouges starting again, right in
the middle of the new plaster.
I decided that this guy would not rest until the wall was completely gone and you could see the concrete walls of the elevator shaft. And then he'd start attacking the concrete, too.
Obsession is an ugly, ugly thing...
Ms Eff, your ongoing reporter in the Battle of the Gouged Elevator.
