Marculations

There’s a window in my pantry.

This fact burns a hole in my brain on a daily basis.

We have it covered, but that’s not the point. I can’t imagine why the architect who designed this apartment would see fit to include a window in a pantry. It’s quite obviously a pantry, with long wide shelves going all the way to the back and barely enough room to walk.

So, why the window?

Did they think, this pantry is so big, when you get to the end, you’re gonna want to stop and enjoy the scenery? Like, I’ve worked hard to get to the other end of this pseudo-room, and I’m going to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Hell, maybe I’ll go into the pantry even when I’m not looking for food or anything else I might be storing in it. I just want to look out my creepy little window.

I could probably leer at the neighbors through it or something. Maybe I could set the end of the pantry up as a surveillance department, with listening devices and secret cameras peeking out of our “fort” into the scary beyond of the building next to us.

Just talking about that window makes me all confused.

Tags: Rants

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