The next-door neighbor is still nonexistent.
The downstairs neighbor, however, has one of those little black outdoor grills which he has placed, for some reason, up the stairs on our landing (we have outdoor stairs). Possibly for the nice view of the parking lot while he's grilling beef. This neighbor failed to notice the landlord's anti-grill poster in the laundry room, and trouble has ensued. The poster is classic -- a man with a sooty face and burnt hair is standing over a sort-of-exploded grill and the text says something like "This man just killed his neighbors. Grills are a fire hazard!"
So the landlord assumed the grill was ours (it is on our landing, and we do own a candle, another sure-fire fire hazard) and posted a pink-papered note on our door listing all the reasons why the grill had to be moved immediately, preferably to a fire-proof chamber regulated at all times by a volunteer fireman. Paul took great delight in calling to point out the grill wasn't ours. The landlord apologized profusely and set about the task of calling everyone in our half of the building, in order to find the dastardly culprit. The end result: the grill remains and I'm fairly sure our landlord does not sleep at night, for fear of the many common household objects plotting to reduce his apartments to a pile of cinders.
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