I asked the neighbor kids to hit whiffle balls in a different direction because one of them hit our window. Then, I went back in and locked the building’s front door like I always do when I go in.
I guess the grandma was outside without a key because she went crazy on our doorbell. When I went down to the front door, she got all pissy.
I cannot track this woman or whether or not she had keys. I feel this is an unreasonable thing to ask of me.
Anyway, 17 more days until we move into our own space.