I finished in the bathroom, looked out the peeping Tom hole, and didn’t recognize them. No mask on either. Defiantly wasn’t the office lady. Well, I was thinking about opening the door, but then she went to the next door down the hall. I would of had to put my mask on if I answered the door. I’d probably forget about the virus, and catch it.

When I went down the hall, to pay my rent and sign something, there was a piece of paper on the laundry room door, saying they left their blanket in the dryer or something. Asking you to return it.

Maybe it was her, looking for her fancy blanket. I’ve never seen her before.

Maybe don’t leave stuff in the dryer for a long time. Or better, don’t do laundry here, that’s what I do.

Knocking on everybody’s door, because you are missing a blanket, sounds like a bad idea. For both parties. The door they knock on, a crazy person might be in there, or she might be crazy. A cat fight could break out. If that’s the case, avoid her like the plague, if she’s looking for a lost blanket.