Springtime in Apartment 2

Punch and Judy were up and at eachother's throats long before the crack of dawn this morning. "Evil woman!" howled Sad Sack's tenor. "Grumble grumble," grumbled the Bird Lady's baritone. When I was finally up and interested in their conversation, it was impossible to make out the details over the general plumbing racket. It sounded like furniture was being moved. The two of them tend to stick with a phrase for a long time when they deem it effective, and I'm getting mighty tired of hearing "Evil Woman!" keening up through the floor. It always get that dumb ELO song stuck in my head. And now I'll bet it's stuck in your head, too. Sorry about that.