The One Where Julia Becomes Mr Heckles For the Day

I was having my nap, having slept only about 4 hours last night, when I was awoken to the sounds of the girl upstairs jump-jump-jumping away. What was she doing, playing out some school-girl fantasy? There was so much running. I'll bet there was some twirling around in circles, too.

Naturally, I was pissed off.

So I went to the kitchen, picked up thetek kor propper (does it have a proper term? Laundry stick, perhaps?), went back to my room, and knocked on my ceiling. With vengence. But that reminded me of Mr Heckles, a grumpy old man in Friends who lived in the apartment below the girls' - only people in America have no need for tek kors and by extension, tek kor proppers either, so he used a broom. Why didn't I use a broom? Because - well, it just didn't cross my mind to use a broom - so I stopped being grumpy sleepless Julia after a while and, instead of going back to my work, went and did a search on Friends episode transcripts. Hoorah for the ever well-disciplined Jules.