Smell that? That's spring time.

My apartment building only has two smells. You'd think there would be more, cause it is NYC and there are so many people mixing together walking and bumping into each other- how can there only be two smells. One or the other. Weed or chlorine. That's it. Not even trash and Windex. Or dead rat and poupouri. And it's not even like over the weekends there's more or less of one smell. On a Sunday at 8 AM one can smell weed, but late on a Thursday night there is the distinct smell of chlorine. Unless the super decided to get rid of the trash shoot in the basement by replacing it with a residence hot tub then I see no reason for the entire building to smell like chlorine.

The third floor isn't really a mystery to me when it smells like weed, because usually at the same time overly loud music is playing that I can hear from my apartment on the fourth floor. One week day night around 7, I started writing them a note because I could actually sing along to Helter Skelter as they blasted it below me- but then when I started to smell the pot, I realized the folks were probably getting busy and just having a good time. So I thought- good for them. Rock on. The 60's will live forever because of the residents of 3F.

SIDE NOTE: At work Adobe Reader was installed over night and it's been a BIG deal. I've gotten at least three e-mails, and two handouts about it. Also a couple coworkers came up to me to remind me about the change. Now all attachments will be in .pdf and not .doc. I don't know what's more mind boggling- this change or the chlorine smell that has taken over my building for the last 24 hours...Fridays are so exciting around here, I can barely contain myself.