I did what I had to do

[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.

[Food Lady]

It's been veeerrrry quiet around here. I may be the noisiest neighbor in the building at this point.

[mharbourgirl]

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.

[blas]

It's alright. I'm certainly probably at risk now for the door slammin family downstairs to get even worse because I just squealed on that apartment for their squeaky-ass toilet.

I'm not a plumber, but I know it ain't right when your toilet shrieks while the tank refills after you flush.

And trust me, you hear that noise. For upwards of a month, at least a couple of times a day, you get sick of it!