Note to self: Don't leave shitty stereo blasting on repeat and then proceed to exit room. I wouldn't imagine I would ever need to reference this note, as it it common knowledge. For most, that is.
Unfortunately, Sandy Suitemate never wrote this rule down on paper. Now Sandy here is obviously an avid Mariah Carey fan, seeing as she favors leaving her songs on repeat. Correction: blaring on repeat. This would at least make sense. But here, that is not the case. Sandy puts in her favorite R&B compact disc, makes certain that the volume is at its maximum limit, and then meanders out the door. Alright, well that's all well and good for Sandy, except that it is now up to me to relieve the hallway of the forthcoming 3-hour "Obsessed" loop. I must shake off the dew of my mid-afternoon nap and, ears surely covered, slink in next door to hit the "off" button. Ahh, that was satisfying.
Does Sandy believe it to be magic that, when she leaves on music upon departing, it has been mysteriously silenced? My guess is as good as yours.
But really, Sandy, figure it out: these walls are thin!
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