“Shhh… Can You Hear That? …Exactly.”
Something extraordinary has happened at Blenvale. A miracle, really.
Ever since Prudence – our beloved superintendent-slash-hallway-patrol-officer – became a two-day-a-week phenomenon, the building has slipped into a state of pure, uninterrupted peace. For the first time in years, you can walk down the hallway without having Prudence leap out of a broom closet, waving a clipboard and photographing you. No more gossip!
But here’s the real twist: Mildred – yes, Mildred, self-appointed Queen of Cockiness and Commander of Corridor Control – has gone suspiciously quiet. No barking orders. No power walks. No “I-know-better-than-everyone” smirks at the elevators.
Could it be… shame?
Perhaps after the string of court losses, hundreds of thousands of our dollars, Mildred has finally discovered the magical, elusive concept known as self-awareness. Or maybe she’s just perfecting her “I was never really involved” defense for the inevitable documentary.
Whatever the reason, we are grateful.
The building now hums with serenity. The loudest sound you’ll hear is the gentle click of the boiler, or the faint sighs of owners finally able to enjoy their overpriced condos without being ambushed by unsolicited authority.
Welcome, dear residents, to Blenvale Serenity™. Let us cherish this rare silence… while it lasts.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
