My hero

The dorms that we live in are 100% concrete. What this means is that every time someone in the next room, or directly above lazily drags out their chair, or walks around in say – heels, 99% of the time, you can hear it….and it’s annoying. So yesterday, while studying, there was a knock on the door. The voice was that of a nice young gentleman, kindly requesting the girl who wears heels all the time to please wear flip-flops in the dorm, as he and his roommates are having a hard time concentrating from all the noise. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Thank you to the guy who lives below us, you are my hero.

***if you are wondering why I didn’t make a similar request I do not have the time nor understanding to explain the complicated sensitivity of how some females perceive things from other females, and the possible ramifications that could have resulted.