Celery
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I live in this apartment building and the neighbour across from me and his entire family have been coughing up a storm the past two weeks. It got so bad that I leave the house through the patio door just to avoid them. I suspected Covid all along but there was no way to know.
On Saturday morning at 3am, I was eating ice cream and watching old NBA highlights when by door buzzer went off. I looked outside to see who it might be and it was paramedics decked out in full Covid gear (those yellow gowns and face shields). They also had several firefighters with them and a stretcher.
I let them into the building and then opened my apartment door to see what was going on. They told me to go inside and close my door, so I did. They knocked on the sick neighbour’s door and I could hear someone labouring to breath and his kids and wife screaming.
After a while, the paramedics left without taking the man to hospital and all I could hear was kids crying through the morning. I stayed up until 10am Saturday and this funeral home services person buzzed my door, again so I let them in. He then knocked on my apartment door, introduced himself and said he was sorry for my loss. I’m like “you prick, stop the habar” and pointed him in the right direction.
He briefly chuckled, turned around and knocked on the right door. Shortly after, a hearse arrived and the man was taken away, his kids still screaming and crying. I know death is guaranteed but I couldn’t believe what was happening.
On Saturday morning at 3am, I was eating ice cream and watching old NBA highlights when by door buzzer went off. I looked outside to see who it might be and it was paramedics decked out in full Covid gear (those yellow gowns and face shields). They also had several firefighters with them and a stretcher.
I let them into the building and then opened my apartment door to see what was going on. They told me to go inside and close my door, so I did. They knocked on the sick neighbour’s door and I could hear someone labouring to breath and his kids and wife screaming.
After a while, the paramedics left without taking the man to hospital and all I could hear was kids crying through the morning. I stayed up until 10am Saturday and this funeral home services person buzzed my door, again so I let them in. He then knocked on my apartment door, introduced himself and said he was sorry for my loss. I’m like “you prick, stop the habar” and pointed him in the right direction.
He briefly chuckled, turned around and knocked on the right door. Shortly after, a hearse arrived and the man was taken away, his kids still screaming and crying. I know death is guaranteed but I couldn’t believe what was happening.
