Oh man, neighbours. I'm living in an apartment building for the first time in my life. And there are times when I desperately miss living in the back room of my in-laws' drafty anthill of a trailer. See, this is an older building, built about 40 years ago on the cheap for military family housing. Like half the buildings in this part of Dartmouth, really. Plywood floors, warped and squeaky. And the people living upstairs on the top floor are directly descended from hyperactive elephants. Even toddlers don't make that much noise running around. Constantly thumping back and forth, dropping stuff all the time, slamming the balcony door repeatedly, setting off their fire alarm at least 5 times a week (learn to cook, you ignorant asses!) and occasionally busting out the Rock Band drum kit, I'm pretty sure. Which pisses me off, because we haven't used ours since we moved in due to the lack of sound-deadening in this place. WE are trying to be considerate neighbours.
I'm ready to kill them, but DH and I have the uneasy suspicion that they wouldn't respond pleasantly to the landlady coming up and telling them to keep the noise down. It wouldn't be difficult to figure out who complained, after all, so we've held off on filing a complaint with the building.
BUT... I'm starting to think they may have or soon will be moving out. The noise escalated to a thunderous roar last week for a couple of days, but yesterday I'm quite certain that I heard a steam cleaner being used. Which is required on move-out. And the last couple of days it's been eerily quiet.
I'm probably not THAT lucky, though. Maybe they've just gone away for a few days.
What colour is the sky in your world and how high of a dosage do you need before it turns back to blue? --Gravekeeper
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