No privacy...

Okay - I can officially never again talk about anything juicy on the phone! My next door neighbor (my new pal) came over for our nightly chat (this is a whole story in itself - don't have the energy right now for details). Anyway - her husband's out of town so she brought her monitor because her son is in bed. Long story short - she plugged in the monitor and all the sudden we hear a phone number being dialed. Then we hear someone answer. Then we hear the whole conversation (which was very interesting, I might add). Nancy and I both had our ears up to the monitor - with it turned on full blast (just like a couple of teenagers) when Chris walks in the door from work (wondering what the HECK we are doing)! Then I get a buzz from the doorman. My first thought was... "How did he know we were listening to our neighbors conversation".....boy am I paranoid. He said "Mrs. Brassell, sorry to bother you so late - but I was wondering if you have seen Mrs. Steinfeld today." (Mrs. Steinfeld is my next door neighbor, Nancy, who is now motioning for me to say that she's not there). So I tell Bruce yes, I have seen her today, earlier today, and ask why he is calling. He said he got a call from her husband wondering where she is! Wow! Her husband is really persistant in tracking her down. She was only here 10 minutes tops! Anyway - she scurryed off - with monitor in hand (darn - I knew I shouldn't have garage saled my monitors).
So... back to my original thought. No phone conversation is private in this building. There are ears everywhere! I now know every last detail of the latex based ointment the woman on the phone was using on her brown rashy discoloration!??? Lucky for me - I don't know exactly who she is or which apartment she lives in.
Apartment life is so fun!