Bang your hairdryer and stomp your feet...
There are many reasons why I prefer a second-floor apartment, but at the topof the list is the fact that I never have to hear people stomping around in their apartment above my head or making disturbing amounts of noise that upset my daily activities. Living on top means the noise factor drops significantly...it's the perk of climbing 17 steps every day with sacks of groceries or my golf clubs or magazine boxes that weigh at least 200 pounds.
Ironically enough, I (un-shockingly) have the most unbelievably noisy downstairs neighbors. Now, let me add a small disclaimer on noise: I have absolutely no idea of the noise level of my music or TV. However, I am quite certain that it doesn't rattle my ceiling, which is in fact, exactly what my neighbors do, thus rattling my floor. I've never been through an earthquake, but i have a sneaking suspicion that I am registering at least a 5.0 on the Richter scale on an almost daily basis. I have, on more than one occasion, been inclined to knock on their door and plead for my sanity and their eardrums (Me: "Really? at 9:30 in the morning?" or "For the love of Pete, why must you do this during my 102-degree temperature??"). On all these occasions, I wussed out on the grounds that I know nothing about these people and felt that a poor way to introduce myself. And I'm not the sort to tattle to the landlords, so I have lived with this travesty for the past 8 months.
Tonight, I finally reached my limit.
At 11pm this evening, when everything in my house, including the light fixtures, began to shake (and I verified that it wasn't due to the train tracks or the end of the world) I actually screamed in total frustration and proceeded to bang my hairdryer on the floor. Convinced that this was insufficient to stop the madness, I stood up and threw a ravenous fit that included me stomping my feet over and over and jumping up and down until it ceased.
I think I got my point across...
but now I have to buy a new hairdryer....
Money well spent..............
2 Comments:
What I think I find most shocking about this post. Not the fit/tantrum, not the breaking of appliances, not the 8-month endurance run.
You play golf?!
Not something I knew or figured you'd be into. I had you pegged as more of a tennis or volleyball person. Huhn.
You're kidding, sandman! Of course I play golf!! And I despise tennis and suck at volleyball...you totally botched it on that! ;-)
I love, however, that no one finds my fit/tantrum shocking...you guys know me too well!
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