James Sapara’s Personal Blog

There are times when living in an apartment like building can suck, and sometimes when it’s a hoot. Today it was a hoot for about 5 minutes. My sister Jessica was in the bathroom putting curlers in her hair when there is an ominous sound… farlappapoop. Now I thought this sound was from the tv in the living at first. But strange noises starting coming from our bathroom moments later. My sister comes out holding her gut and making these odd chucking sounds. I brace my self for the worst, she’s blown a gasket.

Fortunately she didn’t blow a gasket, but was instead in near hysterics from the noise the traveled through the floors of our building… from… above. The word I made up doesn’t really do it credit thou. It was more like a rapid fire burst in the mid-ranges of audio-ability. Add a bit of bowl reverb to it. The sound was truly out of the bowels of… well I don’t know exactly. We proceed to crack all sorts of great jokes for the next couple of minutes. Jessica barely recovered from crawling on the ground laughing herself to death. I yelled up, “Are you alright? Sounds like a real struggle up there”; but, the no more communication was heard from above.