Saranjeet, our downstairs neighbor, called tonight saying that he had arranged for someone to come by to drain the septic tank at 11 pm. The owner, Mr. Perera, kept promising to arrange it, but it hasn’t been done, so Saranjeet just got it done himself. Could we leave the gate open so they can get in? Yeah, no problem.
We go to bed at 10:30 or 10:45 pm, somewhere around there, and right on schedule, these guys come by to drain the septic tank. They were loud, they were tossing cement blocks around like toys, and it took at least an hour for them to get everything done. The next morning Fahim asks me if anyone even came by.
Life is not fair. It just is not fair. Why can’t I sleep like that?
