worth laughing at

My roommate, the crazy one, has a history of complaining about other people making noise.  She called the apartment security about our neighbors upstairs for stomping when none of the rest of us had heard anything.  So I can only be entertained by this:  last weekend, she started getting her groove on in the living room at four in the morning.  I’ve seen her skip. Honestly, the sight brought to mind large hastening fairies, so I really can’t imagine what the dancing must have looked like.  The important thing turned out to be how she offended the ears.  Our apartment floor became the skin over a drum, and the apartment below us was the sounding chamber.  Our neighbors did not appreciate the rhythmic qualities of the performance.