This morning, boyfriend and I were walking downstairs and to my car so I could take him home.
Angry old bitch was outside watering her plants, and she stopped my boyfriend and said "My, you walk so loudly young man, I can hear your every step up there!"
My boyfriend was a little taken aback and apologized, and then old bitch proceeded on with "Well, I suppose I could tolerate the noise if you only did it during the day time, but I'm trying to sleep at night and don't like it when you two come home and you stomp around upstairs like a horse!"
Stupid old bitch.
I pay to live here too. In fact, I pay by myself to live here. No one else pays for me. I know for a fact that he is NOT that loud when he walks, because I've warned him time and time again about my impossible neighbors who are intolerant of anyone else's noise. So he knows to be careful. And the fact that, like I said, she is intolerant of anyone's noises......
It took everything I had to keep my mouth shut and say "If all of my friends and I are so loud, why don't you go to the landlord, or better yet, go back down south and STAY THERE? I pay money to live here too, actually, I WORK and pay my OWN money to live here, and I think it's pretty fucking miserable that I do my DAMNEST to try to be quiet at night, yet all day long, you're all noisy, slamming doors and cupboards and shouting and laughing outside while I am trying to sleep! You don't care about me getting any sleep, so why should I care about you getting any sleep? Oh, and by the way, if you cannot handle footsteps upstairs, you probably should not live in a downstairs apartment!"
Honestly. Oh well, at least we haven't gotten the broom treatment lately. I swear, a pin could drop onto my floor and she'd throw a fit about it, but she can be as loud as she wants to be all day long every day. And if I dare make a peep on my few nights off a week....that's a no no!
Stupid fucking old bat. I'm not a free-loading college kid who parties all the time living upstairs on my parents' dime. And I'm not a miserable old hag who never worked a day in my life, most likely living off my dead husband's money, like she is. So shut the hell up and deal with it. It's not as loud as you think it is.
Angry old bitch was outside watering her plants, and she stopped my boyfriend and said "My, you walk so loudly young man, I can hear your every step up there!"
My boyfriend was a little taken aback and apologized, and then old bitch proceeded on with "Well, I suppose I could tolerate the noise if you only did it during the day time, but I'm trying to sleep at night and don't like it when you two come home and you stomp around upstairs like a horse!"
Stupid old bitch.
I pay to live here too. In fact, I pay by myself to live here. No one else pays for me. I know for a fact that he is NOT that loud when he walks, because I've warned him time and time again about my impossible neighbors who are intolerant of anyone else's noise. So he knows to be careful. And the fact that, like I said, she is intolerant of anyone's noises......
It took everything I had to keep my mouth shut and say "If all of my friends and I are so loud, why don't you go to the landlord, or better yet, go back down south and STAY THERE? I pay money to live here too, actually, I WORK and pay my OWN money to live here, and I think it's pretty fucking miserable that I do my DAMNEST to try to be quiet at night, yet all day long, you're all noisy, slamming doors and cupboards and shouting and laughing outside while I am trying to sleep! You don't care about me getting any sleep, so why should I care about you getting any sleep? Oh, and by the way, if you cannot handle footsteps upstairs, you probably should not live in a downstairs apartment!"
Honestly. Oh well, at least we haven't gotten the broom treatment lately. I swear, a pin could drop onto my floor and she'd throw a fit about it, but she can be as loud as she wants to be all day long every day. And if I dare make a peep on my few nights off a week....that's a no no!
Stupid fucking old bat. I'm not a free-loading college kid who parties all the time living upstairs on my parents' dime. And I'm not a miserable old hag who never worked a day in my life, most likely living off my dead husband's money, like she is. So shut the hell up and deal with it. It's not as loud as you think it is.



. A couple times the yelling and screaming was really bad we contemplated calling the cops, only to hear an authoritative knocking on the door down there. Obviously someone beat us to it.


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