I once lived in an apartment building in Indianapolis with a really cute lake view. Everything was absolutely great, except for the fact that a huge duck used to hang around the front entrance. HUGE, with a big tongue and everything. I mean, did you even know ducks have tongues? That just goes to show you how big that thing was. SCARY. That was the kind of duck that starts planning the chase of death once it sees you coming two miles away.
I remember planning my day around that duck's schedule, always making sure I didn't come home with bags of groceries late afternoon, because that was usually when he was standing right by the front door, as you can see from the scheme above. Leaving that building involved a whole exit strategy. I have once cried because of the duck. I lived in that building for 2 long years, timing my life around that bird.
All of a sudden I find myself in a somewhat similar situation.
Except now it's not a duck.
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