The View From My Cubicle Window

There is an apartment building right next to our office building. I have seen the same woman, three times today, come out onto her balcony in nothing more than a black t-shirt, to talk on the phone. She paced back and forth each time, and looked somewhat distraught, her hair in a messy ponytail.

Next to the apartment building is a hotel. Last Saturday I saw teenagers pitching unidentifiable objects (rocks, maybe) out of the windows, down onto the street. Naturally, I called the hotel and informed the front desk.