The Angry Morning Confrontation
The next morning felt like the aftermath of a storm. I heard Daniel’s heavy footsteps pounding down the hallway, anger radiating off him like heat from asphalt. He buzzed my doorbell repeatedly, each ring sharper and more frantic than the last. His muffled curses reached me even through the wood of the door, but before I could decide whether to answer, he stormed off back to his apartment, clearly still seething.
The Angry Morning Confrontation
I chuckled quietly to myself—this wasn’t the end. If anything, it was the opening act to a much more entertaining encore.
Midnight TV Surprise
The best part came later that night. Around midnight, I decided to unleash my little pièce de résistance: remotely cranking his TV volume to max. The sudden explosion of sound shook the walls like a rogue concert, prompting neighbors to pound on his walls in protest while he scrambled to mute the chaos.
Midnight TV Surprise
In my mind’s eye, I saw him leaping off the couch, wide-eyed and swearing a blue streak as his peaceful night unraveled. Meanwhile, I was at home nearly doubled over in laughter, savoring every mental image of his panic and disbelief.
