Fanelline

It happens that my studio is equipped with a land-line.
The actual line of this land-line is visible to the human eye outside of the studio as well as inside it.

It also happens that I have pretty obnoxious upper-neighbors.

Just today, I was in the studio working when the phone line starts to wriggle.
It never happened before, and I thought I was entering a metaphysical experience especially when the WC's door opened and a cat shrieked outside.

Then I remembered that my phone line is exposed outside.

I went out to check it out (haven't done that since I got it 5 months ago) and to my surprise I found this:

Yes.
It's a piece of wet clothing, hanging on my "line".

I cannot but express the following in Lebanese:
"كان بعد ناقصني فانيلّة الجار ال**** تعلّق على خطّ التليفون"

yallah... Carpe Diem.