I did what I had to do

[Gizmo]

My parents used to do something similar. Next door would have late night Saturday loud music until stupid-early-morning. My parents would get up at 7-8am on Sunday and put Gilbert and Sullivan stuff on... through the TV speaker system (about 8 speakers).

It soon stopped...

[Divra]

Quoth Jay 2K Winger

Now that's what I call...



A classic response.

You know the feeling, when you want to punch someone but can't because you're laughing too hard? That's me right now.

[Pizzacommando]

I used to live in a large house with 4 other guys. We would occasionally have parties, nothing loud, just a few friends over. No matter how quiet we were, one of our neighbors would come out cussing and screaming at the top of his lungs that we were too loud. Then he would call our landlord to complain. The fun part was that our landlord's parents were our neighbors on the other side and said they never heard any noise from us.

One night the guy felt that cussing and screaming wasn't enough so he turned a hose on through an open window.

Neighbors can be such fun.

[PepperElf]

Add this to your repertoire: "ten kopeks / supercalifragilisticexpialidocious / the hokey pokey. By Mandy Patinkin.

(sorry i couldn't find a sample worth sharing)

But hey if you know his voice... just imagine him singing at full power, in Yiddish.


I used it against one of mom's neighbors. The kid was playing his guitar all day long again. I didn't even have to blast the song... i think the weirdness of it just made it hard for him to concentrate on his shitty guitar skills.

[Slave to the Phone]

I used to have some tweeker neighbors who totally ripped a car apart by hand and with hammers. It was entertaining to watch them beat it every evening, but they continued until the wee hours of the night. They also had young kids (poor kids). Lots of yelling and smashing, but no music.

Neighbors and I would call the police, the police would come out after an hour or so and tell them to be quiet. That would last for about an hour.

Finally, I changed the pipes on my Harley from quiet ones to REALLY FUCKING LOUD SHAKE THINGS OFF THE SHELVES ones, and then started riding by their house in the morning and revving my engine at the stop sign to wake their kids up. They moved out the next month.

My other neighbors, who also had to get up in the morning thought I was a hero, and one of them complained when I went back to the quiet ones because he had gotten used to using me as an alarm clock. (That was done with a smile.)

[wraiths_crono]

LOL to Slave and the alarm clock you are not the first person ive seen that stated about (even my neighbors use my ZR7 as a clock since the garage is next to their bedroom and im always on time)

I actually had to call the police so many times on one neighbor blasting music so loud it was if there was not a solid block wall between our house (shared wall bleh) the police KNEW my number and would just say "be out shortly anything else?" lol

[Food Lady]

UPDATE: My coworker/neighbor stopped me at work to tell me the manager had warned him. I did not let on I was the one who called, and I don't know if he knows. I remember saying to the manager it could've been any of those 3 apts, but she assumed it was my direct neighbor. After talking to him I realized it probably was the people downstairs, as I'd heard a bunch of girls, and coworker's girlfriend now works until 5am. But this was on a weekend, so I don't know. I do have the cops' # in my contact list.

[morgana]

Neighbors and noise. Oh, the memories.

Back when I was still married to Clueless, gods it must be nearly twenty years ago now, we bought the house I grew up in from my parents. It was lovely for awhile, and then the neighbors from hell moved in.

Mom, Dad and two teenage kids. I felt sorry for Mom sometimes, but the rest . . . Dad drank like a hole, the girl spread her legs for anything with a dick, and the son . . .

Well, sonny's major malfunction was noise. He had this little shitbox car, I couldn't even tell you the make/model, but he decided that what the shitbox needed to make it awesome was a pair of full-size speakers mounted in the trunk. Yes, the size of speaker you put in your living room. Almost as tall as me. And he would sit out in front of our house and tune them. For hours.

We talked to him, we talked to Mom, we talked to Dad . . . Total result, bupkiss. The final straw came one afternoon. Clueless was out helping a friend with I forget what; I was home alone. Idiot Boy decided it was time to tune his speakers some more.

I put up with it for almost an hour. I really did. And then . . . I broke.

Now, the bedroom from which I called the police was the length of the house away from the street, in the basement, and had concrete-block walls. And the police could not hear me. So I grabbed the shotgun.

I got as far as the front porch. Clueless had come home. IB was in his car, with the window less than one-quarter down, and Clueless was leaning down, practically spitting in the window. And then IB must have said something extraordinarily stupid even for him (not that I could hear anything), because Clueless reached in the window (remember, mostly rolled-up?) and strained IB right out through that tiny gap. I don't to this day know how he did it, but he had IB suspended three feet off the ground with his sneakers dangling, practically chewing the kid's face off, when the cops arrived.

Apparently one of the neighbors had been able to make himself heard over the din and called in the complaint.

Clueless was not charged; in fact, the policeman in question had known me most of my life and greeted both of us by name. IB was told, in no uncertain terms, that if the cops had to come out for this ever again, the fines would mean his whole family would be walking until IB turned thirty.

Oddly enough, the whole family moved about six weeks later.

[dragon_wings]

Dear gods am I glad I'm no longer in the ghetto of Baltimore. Worse then the bass of passing cars were the people roomie and I sublet from. They'd turn the hip hop on loudly in the kitchen (which was less then 20 feet from our room, separated only by a pocket door the thickness of drywall) or the basement. If the hip hop was on in the basement that meant we not only heard it (albeit less loudly then the kitchen) but we felt it. Our room's floor was hardwood and it carried the vibrations of the bass very well. There were many nights that I had to be up the next morning at 5:45 and I wasn't able to sleep or sleep well cause the bass either kept me up or gave me a headache/made one worse.

[blas]

I got new neighbors last Tuesday. The nice young nurses only did a 6 month lease and from what I heard from the landlord, they didn't get along too well and the one lost her job not too long ago. They both had been gone for a couple of weeks, and that place was vacant next door.

Young couple seemed ok at first. But, come Thursday night.....started the loud ass music until 5 am. And I mean, loud music doesn't bother me. Screaming babies and slamming doors and yelling does.

But for the rest of my neighbors, ye gads. I give these two until about the time I move out and they are probably going to be evicted.

Saturday night, the walls on the one side were bouncing, and as my bf and I were sleeping in my room across the way, someone knocking on their door woke me from a dead sleep. And the noise continued anyway.

Then, yesterday morning, as I got into my car to go to the gym, one of the downstairs neighbors made a comment about how they aren't going to put up with the loud noise.