I live in the basement apartment of an old row house, and a few months ago I got me some new upstairs neighbors: a gaggle of freshly-scrubbed Greenpeace interns. Let me tell you, they were so cute 'n' young, and let's just say they fit the mental image of "Greenpeace Intern" so precisely that I had to chide myself when I started thinking, "Oh, no, here come the drum-circles."
That cynical prediction, of course, came true less than twelve hours later. They were really slow, furthermore, to grasp the implications of my explanation that their floor was, in fact, my ceiling. Ah, kids!
Three months passed, marked by a near flooding of my apartment by the cloddish kiddies and lots of loud Grateful Dead. But now they've off and gone away into a bright new world of post-internship whateverness. I'll miss 'em. My ceiling, especially, will miss 'em.
Lucky for me they left some reminders! What to do with some of the more cumbersome objects a flock of interns may acquire for an unfurnished house? Simple! Just dump that old dorm couch, heaped with trash, right on the fucking sidewalk on your way out of town:
Hmmm... I don't think that's quite enough to remember you by. Could you please leave an old mattress, too?
I'll contact Greenpeace tomorrow; I'm sure they'll be more than happy to clean up after their internspill ASAP.
UPDATE: I contacted Greenpeace this morning, and their reaction was, basically, that they don't care and it isn't their responsibility. Furthermore, they didn't seem to be in the least bit concerned or appalled. Thanks, o brave protectors of our environment!
Special message to the visitors from Tekforums: Yes, they really were Greenpeace interns.