the downstairs door

i live in a condo where i have had few positive experiences w/ my neighbours, mainly due to a single party (k maaaaaaybe 10 ppl) where there was some guitar playing and singing until 1am. nevertheless i'm pretty skeptical about the ppl that live here--no one came by to ask me to silence the noise, hey- i'm a reasonable person all you have to do is ask--and my roommate and i decided to write them all off as just being jealous of our oh so attractiv lives. so, the downstairs door. baffling i'm telling you. if someone losses a button in the hall, it sits on the ledge of the windows that compliment the door for at least a week before it's thrown out. i noticed it before, but realized it's poignancy when i noted that a postit i must have carried out on a shoe- pink- walder- it says in my scrawl-fuck shoulda been a dr- has been sitting on the ledge for what must be now three days. such a nice gesture. a semblance that we are all caring human beings. i can't help but giggle- an article i didn't want to read, and definitely didn't want to understand )tho my exam grades say otherwise( is just perched there ready for me to pick it up at any time as tho i'm meant to find it by some fleeting slight of serendipity and say omg-i've been looking everywhere for this, i'm so glad someone saved it for me.