I understand your aim is merely to contribute to the beautification of our apartment complex. The other residents — myself included — are no doubt quite appreciative of your efforts.
Is it really necessary to get up and start sweeping the living fuck out of everything in sight at 5:45 am? To sweep as if Satan himself had a pitchfork to your backside, letting up at odd intervals to fool us into thinking you’ve finally finished, then suddenly jabbing you in the posterior to get you to start back up again?
Put simply, would it fucking kill you to wait to get your sweeping fetish on until a decent hour?
I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t.
But a pissed-off foreigner very well may.
A pissed-off foreigner