Rage shopping
Was practicing guitar this evening and my downstairs neighbor once again starts banging on her ceiling and yelling that I don't have carpets. Fact: my living room is 11x18. Fact: my living room rug is 5x8. Technically this does not meet the 85% coverage, so she has a case. The spiteful, bat-shit crazy, bitch-monster harpy has a case.
Now, I adhere to a strict deadline for guitar practice - I stop at 10pm the latest. Also, generally I'm a very quiet considerate neighbor. Neither of these facts has earned me enough good will credit to be able to practice guitar in peace. So, I threw a hissy fit... which consisted of me placing an order for the biggest rug I could find. This impulsive shopping exercise cost me over a grand. Was it rash and ill-considered? Maybe. But I believe I picked the best alternative. My other choices included poisoning the bitch with ricin or moving...
Now, I adhere to a strict deadline for guitar practice - I stop at 10pm the latest. Also, generally I'm a very quiet considerate neighbor. Neither of these facts has earned me enough good will credit to be able to practice guitar in peace. So, I threw a hissy fit... which consisted of me placing an order for the biggest rug I could find. This impulsive shopping exercise cost me over a grand. Was it rash and ill-considered? Maybe. But I believe I picked the best alternative. My other choices included poisoning the bitch with ricin or moving...