Post by Grubb
Every now and then in our travels we stay in an apartment on either the first or second floor, and around one or two in the morning the Clumpet family arrives to clamorously settle in upstairs. Heavy footsteps tromp back and forth, back and forth, for the next couple of hours. The unceasing, almost hectic, movement is unvaryingly punctuated by objects hitting the floors with bowling ball solidity followed by cries of dismay or shrieks of laughter. After a couple of hours of this stampede: a sudden silence as if my murderous wishes have been executed with professional expertise.
