Mr. Drone Man, aka Drone Boy aka Drony Tony, my Downy-fresh neighbor may have left the hood. Since the 5th when I posted about his cacophonous non-stop washing machine abuse I haven't heard even the slightest humdrum hum.
Could he have fled to cleaner climes? Surely he thought Casselberry very, very dirty. Maybe he spent his entire paycheck each week on Tide so he had nothing for rent. Or for the no-doubt astronomical electric bill. Old washing machines are not quite Energy Star compliant you know.
Whatever the reason, it's been glorious lately.
But of course, knowing my luck, he is actually as I assumed a long-distance trucker and soon he'll be back home. And the gritty grime of the endless road, the nasty grease from all those greasy spoons and the rank noxious fumes of his ol' rig's engine will have to be washed clean from the numerous clothing items that covered his sweaty, multi-day unshowered body. Washed clean, I tell you! Clean like Momma used to make 'em. All of them, dammit!
Drone, drone, drone , drone, drone...
Could he have fled to cleaner climes? Surely he thought Casselberry very, very dirty. Maybe he spent his entire paycheck each week on Tide so he had nothing for rent. Or for the no-doubt astronomical electric bill. Old washing machines are not quite Energy Star compliant you know.
Whatever the reason, it's been glorious lately.
But of course, knowing my luck, he is actually as I assumed a long-distance trucker and soon he'll be back home. And the gritty grime of the endless road, the nasty grease from all those greasy spoons and the rank noxious fumes of his ol' rig's engine will have to be washed clean from the numerous clothing items that covered his sweaty, multi-day unshowered body. Washed clean, I tell you! Clean like Momma used to make 'em. All of them, dammit!
Drone, drone, drone , drone, drone...