clomp clomp clomp like mad frealing elephants up and down the damned stairs!
It's the landlord's daughter who lives across the hall. She wears those push on stilettos like Dolly Parton, all year round with a six inch heel.
The woman does not know how to move gracefully at all! And she's not a small woman either, same size as me.
All day and night clomp clomp clomp between her apartment and her dad's (landlord's) then the damned kid of hers screaming like a banshee for no reason at all hours.
Disability better find me a new place soon. I've been on a damned wait list now for two frealing years.
