So there is a queen bed frame placed between my apartment door and my neighbors' apartment door. It started off in the ground level by the mail boxes, but apparently, our bottom-floor neighbors decided the package certainly isn't theirs and moved it up a floor. This pattern of thinking must have continued until it hit ours, which is the top floor. And there it's remained by default. Well, I can tell you for a fact the bed frame certainly isn't mine, just as sure as my next door neighbors know it isn't theirs either. And so it's remained a fixed object between our two door frames week, after week, after week.
And somewhere, someone is cursing the post office for a failed delivery of a queen sized bed frame.
