Turn that shit down!

Granted I am sick. And granted I am grumpy. But I HAD to send a quick post about what just happened. Anyone who reads this blog knows how I feel about the neighbors upstairs. Loud, bad taste in music, quick sex.I was somewhat disoriented when the doorbell rang at 8pm. I forgot we even have one, as most people have to call up to our place to get into the building. When I asked who it was, I heard a voice outside claiming neighbor upstairs. (what?!?!?)

When I opened the door, I recognized the woman I had once whined to about turning down the bass. She came to ask how the music has been lately. "Has it been quieter?" I had finally called the landlord a month and a half ago to complain, and he explained he also heard it and told them to keep it down at all times.

She explained that they are both DJ's and have to listen to music before they go out. I answered that I assumed they were, because of the hours they keep. She looked confused. I told her, "I can hear where you are at all times. The floors are wooden. I know when you are in any given room. I hear you when you wake up, and when you go to bed." What I didn't say was, that I hear them when they fight and when they fuck. Neither of which is very pleasing to the ear.

She explained she wanted to give me her phone number, so that when it's too loud, I can simply call them up and tell them so. I withheld my gasp. This is actually a neighborly act. It's considerate. Or at least I think so. It could also be a way from deterring me from calling the landlord again.

Either way -- I have the lucky number, and I WILL USE IT!