Flickr: Don NunnBalcony door was open, warm in the apartment and I was cooking. I kept hearing these odd boom/crash sounds. I wasn’t sure if it was a car backfiring or, who knows, gunshots or whatever.
When I went outside, I caught the end of the carpet installers’ four-floors-up carpet-tossing act.
My Treo’s microphone does no justice to the loudness of the slamming sound these carpet remnants were making.
I love living in the city. :-)