Thanks to all those who took the trouble to comment and who gave great advice. This morning, I am going to take that advice, hobble over there and slip a message under his door. It probably won’t end up on passive-aggressive notes dot cawm because it won’t be anonymous. I am going to leave my mobile phone number so he can contact me if he’s got any questions. It’ll be written in flawed German, but I don’t care.
You see, I was all set this morning to write a light-hearted little story about how our soap-on-a-rope guy now has a curtain covering his bathroom window. Great! Someone obviously told him something.
I hadn’t noticed a curtain there before. Upon discovery, one of the first things I thought was that he put it there because – as we also recently discovered – he has a girlfriend! Or is it his wife? In any case, while standing behind my seated wife over this past weekend – weight all on the left leg, of course – giving her a neck massage, a figure with shower nozzle in hand displaying all the attributes of a female appeared in the window. Those attributes swayed. They brushed the window. They were, in fact, not bad to look at. I was going to dash over to the other room to get my camera for posterity – or perhaps anteriority – but knew that in my present condition she’d be dry by the time I retrieved the camera and got in position to get a decent shot away.
In any event, just as I was in the middle of writing that post I realised I had to start all over, because as I raised my head to look outside – there he was.
Curtain brushed aside. Same lather, different day.
If he has a curtain, why doesn’t he use it?
Now to translate that into German.