Hidely-Ho
I'm pretty tolerant of general living noise, even though my new upstairs neighbors' general living noise seems to consist of a horrifyingly yappy dog on meth with Superballs for pawpads and a horde of elephants that stomp around all day long, presumably in search of Arthur and Celeste. They're very stompy people.
But they're nice enough, and they don't park in my space, so I ignore it.
Until they bring home their drunk friends at 2:30 in the morning and have what sounds like a cage match in my hallway. I'm not one for confrontation, especially when I am a single girl living alone and the people outside are at least three incredibly drunk and at least jokingly violent men. I finally peeked out my door to ask them to, very nicely, shut the fuckity-fuck up, but they had already gone upstairs to their own apartment by then.
They stomped around and yelled at the bouncy yippy dog awhile, but settled down after another fifteen minutes or so. From the sound of the thuds, at least one of them ended up on the living room floor.
I was highly annoyed, particularly since this isn't the first time similar things have happened, so I briefly embraced my passive-aggressive side. I waited until noon, checked to see if their cars were all still in front of the building, and then proceeded to vacuum my entire apartment. And yes, judging by the groans and thumping on my ceiling, it had exactly the desired effect.
On a vaguely related note, as I walked out to my car this morning, I was oddly annoyed to find an empty Ziploc bag on the garage floor. Not because of the littering, but because I just thought that if these people live in this godawful rat-trap building, one would think they should maybe be saving some money and buying generic reclosable plastic bags. It's kind of like my old neighbor, who was a grown man living in a really shitty trailer and then bought a brand new Jetta.
But they're nice enough, and they don't park in my space, so I ignore it.
Until they bring home their drunk friends at 2:30 in the morning and have what sounds like a cage match in my hallway. I'm not one for confrontation, especially when I am a single girl living alone and the people outside are at least three incredibly drunk and at least jokingly violent men. I finally peeked out my door to ask them to, very nicely, shut the fuckity-fuck up, but they had already gone upstairs to their own apartment by then.
They stomped around and yelled at the bouncy yippy dog awhile, but settled down after another fifteen minutes or so. From the sound of the thuds, at least one of them ended up on the living room floor.
I was highly annoyed, particularly since this isn't the first time similar things have happened, so I briefly embraced my passive-aggressive side. I waited until noon, checked to see if their cars were all still in front of the building, and then proceeded to vacuum my entire apartment. And yes, judging by the groans and thumping on my ceiling, it had exactly the desired effect.
On a vaguely related note, as I walked out to my car this morning, I was oddly annoyed to find an empty Ziploc bag on the garage floor. Not because of the littering, but because I just thought that if these people live in this godawful rat-trap building, one would think they should maybe be saving some money and buying generic reclosable plastic bags. It's kind of like my old neighbor, who was a grown man living in a really shitty trailer and then bought a brand new Jetta.
Labels: human interaction
posted by Allison at
4:27 PM
2 Comments:
I too am cursed with the passive-aggressive gene. Taking people on in subtle ways that they may or may not notice is so much easier than having a knockdown drag-out fight and then being faced with the ensuing awkwardness.
I'm glad I'm not the only secretly terrible person around here.
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