My neighbors, as I've documented before, are a somewhat interesting lot.
Today, on the way out, I met a new one.
He's moving into the apartment of the older guy, who tells me he's been driven out by the hysterical sound stylings of Miss Apartment F.
I opened the door awkwardly. I was in a rush. I didn't have time to talk. He was carrying in a box. He smiled. He was tall and blond. He introduced himself. He had a slight (Scandanavian?) accent.
And my first thought was this:
Oh my God, it's Sven, Rose's cousin from "The Golden Girls!"
How gay is that? (Me, that is, alas, not him.)
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