Dear Neighbor-
We've been neighbors for almost 6 years....You quietly living in the condo below mine. And for the most part it's been ideal. This past summer, though, something rather disturbing has happened.
I know that your daughter has fallen on hard times. She's been unemployed for over a year, after losing her business. And she lost her (million dollar) home. Forcing her to move in with you, bringing the darling grandkids along. You home is bursting at the seams, what was once a home for one is now a (temporary) home for four. You plan lengthy vacations to get away from the chaos. Lucky you.
However, I do not get the luxury of escaping. This is my home, I work and live here. I can't just escape like a retired person for months on end. Quite frankly, when you do leave, the noise that erupts from below, in your condo, is very loud. There is fighting, yelling, doors slamming, and my most favorite...SCREECHING.
I've actually been woken up at 145am, on a school night, to screeching and yelling. An argument occurring between your precious, darling granddaughter and your daughter regarding bed time, school, and morning routines. There has been many nights where the screeching is almost constant. Pair this with the constant door slamming, and I start to see red.
I contemplate my options.
Should I talk to you about the noise level? Now, I know I'm not the quietest, and my dog does bark. The difference between my barking dog and your screeching precious 10 year old granddaughter, my dog is instinctual. He reacts to sites and sounds first, before knowing what the cause is...and no matter how hard I try, he doesn't always respond to logical thoughts. Your precious baby, however, can.
Maybe I should call the police about noise level disturbances. And frequently.
My favorite option: PUNCH THE FUCKING KID IN THE FACE!!!
Happy new year!
Kisses-
~L
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