Author – ANP
A couple of years ago i lived in an appartment on the 7th floor. I lived on the far end of the stairs and elevator, right next to the garbage chute. When i first moved there i was happy to live all the way on the end, i would have nobody walking by. But i couldnt have been more wrong. Everyone had to throw their trash away right next to my door. It sounded as if a truck drove through my house. But only once something happened that made it all worth the while.
The chute was just a half door just off the ground . The garbagebag goes in, you close the door and away it goes, making a heck of a noise on it s way to the dumpster downstairs.
One day i had a lady friend over and as she left the next day she asked me what the small door was for and i said it was a shoe-locker and she looked a second time and we said goodbye and she left. Now the next time i saw her, we went to our house together, and when we got to my place, she opened the door of the chute and looked in. I unlocked and opened my door and as i turned to her, she had actually put her pristine white sneakers in the really damp, dirty ,smelly chute and before i could react, she threw the door shut. And just as a garbage bag, a pair of shoes makes a lot of noise ging down.
I couldn’t stop laughing and she was furious ,even more so as she learnt i had no acces to the dumpster downstairs. She was mad as hell at first but did stay the night.
She didn’t live too far but she hated walking home shoeless the next day, i kinda loved it.