The end is near, folks.
Yes, I am talking about THE end...of our messy neighbors. Can I get a woop-woop, raise the roof, fist bump with a fireworks ending?
The end of election day marked the end of our neighbors' employment. The end of their occupation of the space attached to the kitchen. And the (unfortunate) end of entertaining conversations such as:
"Hello, this is Josh. I am a volunteer for Congressman Murphy's campaign. It is important that blah, blah, blah. Can we count on your vote?.....Hello?......uh, hello??"
The kind dears, however, left us with a small parting gift. Piles of rotting trash and the smell of death.
Phew! Because a day later than that and the maggots writhing through the deli meat might start attracting rats.