Nope, I am not too proud to admit that I eavesdrop on The Trolls. Super Husband does, too. It's really become an evening ritual after the kids are in bed and we have relative quiet on our side.
Typically, at about 10pm Mr. Troll gets on the phone and has a series of conversations. Sometimes we can hear everything clearly and others not so much. Last night, he was quite agitated and therefore very easy to listen in on.
The (one-sided) conversation progressed something like this:
"I've got to get out of this effing place"
"Ya...those idiots upstairs have the furnace blasting day and night and expect me to pay the gas bill"
"The landlord told me I owe $200 in water and all I ever do is wash a frying pan or two and take a five minute shower"
"I have a bacterial infection on my tongue and have lost a patch of my taste buds" (ummm....WTF)?
So....from this conversation I cannot tell if he's secured a place for May or not. I'm guessing not. Clearly I have to do some more listening in to see if I can get some better dirt.
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