{"id":1304,"date":"2009-11-22T22:05:03","date_gmt":"2009-11-23T05:05:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=1304"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:34:47","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:34:47","slug":"1304","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/1304\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Readers,<br \/>\nA strange thing has started happening in my apartment building.  Almost every Friday and Saturday, between 4-5 in the morning, some one starts knocking on the door across the hall from my apartment.  <\/p>\n<p>The knocks are polite at first.  Tap. Tap. Tap.  Sometimes I hear a stage whispered &#8220;Heeeeeeeyyy&#8221;.  But the person becomes more insistent.  Pounding fists give way to kicking.  The kicking gets so hard that it rattles the owners door knocker.  Then abruptly, the door opens.  No one apologizes.  I can&#8217;t hear any explanation.  The door opens, the offending visitor is let in, and we all pretend nothing is amiss.  <\/p>\n<p>My greatest frustration is that because of the angle of the door, I can&#8217;t see who&#8217;s rapping on the door from my peephole.  I&#8217;m too weirded out to open the door and check out what&#8217;s happening.  And I&#8217;m way too cowardly to fling open my door and yell &#8220;Shut the hell&#8221;.  Also I wear unpredictable sleep-ware: I&#8217;m not always in a state to be seen by strangers.  I don&#8217;t feel right taping a note on this person&#8217;s door, and I don&#8217;t feel right about complaining to the building manager without confronting the resident.  <\/p>\n<p>Should I switch to full length pajamas and go bananas on these fools next Friday night?  I think my temper has simmered just enough.<\/p>\n<p>What would you do?<\/p>\n<p>Sincerely,<br \/>\nPoor Lucky Me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Readers, A strange thing has started happening in my apartment building. Almost every Friday and Saturday, between 4-5 in the morning, some one starts knocking on the door across the hall from my apartment. The knocks are polite at first. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sometimes I hear a stage whispered &#8220;Heeeeeeeyyy&#8221;. But the person becomes &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/1304\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1304","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-advice-for-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1304","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1304"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1304\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1306,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1304\/revisions\/1306"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1304"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1304"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1304"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}