really, guy upstairs? really??
for a really long time the apartment above us was vacant and it was delightfully quiet, especially because the whole building has wood floors. when you take a hard step up there, it is a HARD step.
this past week has been exceptionally loud and i've tried to let it ride out. i figured they were moving in, getting settled, etc, so rhys and i just sucked it up. tonight i was really exhausted, it was closing in on 11pm, and i needed my sleep, so i quietly, reluctantly, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door lightly.
"what's that noise?"
"it's your neighbor from downstairs."
pause
"who's out there?"
*oh eff. they're older. goddamnit* "um... it's your neighbor from downstairs."
pulls back shade and mad dogs me "what do you want?"
"well, um, i'm sorry, but um... actually, could you open the door?" (you know, so i'm not trying to quietly yet effectively communicate with you through plate glass without disturbing my other neighbors as i have been so disturbed?)
door opens
"hi, i'm really sorry to bother you, but... i think it is the wood floors... its just kind of loud and well... it sounds like someone is stomping, and i know you're not, but if you think maybe-"
"well i'm leaving tomorrow, anyway."
"oh, you're not, i mean you didn't, um... i thought you were moving in this weekend."
"no. we just rented for the week."
"oh, i'm-"
"11 o'clock is a little late, isn't it? coming up here at 11 o'clock at night, i don't know what you're thinking" fading into mumbles and grumbles and closing the door literally in my face.
well. if i thought i was waking you up, i wouldn't be coming up at 11 pm. but i knew i wasn't waking you up. i knew because i kept being woken up by your actions. how much later was i supposed to wait before i just couldn't take it anymore and had to go say something?
like, obviously you're a crochety old man, and obviously i shouldn't let your rudeness on multiple accounts faze me, and obviously i shouldn't take your reaction personally, but. i am.
am i crazy? did i mess up? should i have just tossed and turned trying to block out what sounded like someone with concrete blocks on their feet learning out to walk? now i can't sleep because i feel some weird mix of guilt and annoyance. i think i could have ignored the stomping a little easier.
mother fuck.
this past week has been exceptionally loud and i've tried to let it ride out. i figured they were moving in, getting settled, etc, so rhys and i just sucked it up. tonight i was really exhausted, it was closing in on 11pm, and i needed my sleep, so i quietly, reluctantly, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door lightly.
"what's that noise?"
"it's your neighbor from downstairs."
pause
"who's out there?"
*oh eff. they're older. goddamnit* "um... it's your neighbor from downstairs."
pulls back shade and mad dogs me "what do you want?"
"well, um, i'm sorry, but um... actually, could you open the door?" (you know, so i'm not trying to quietly yet effectively communicate with you through plate glass without disturbing my other neighbors as i have been so disturbed?)
door opens
"hi, i'm really sorry to bother you, but... i think it is the wood floors... its just kind of loud and well... it sounds like someone is stomping, and i know you're not, but if you think maybe-"
"well i'm leaving tomorrow, anyway."
"oh, you're not, i mean you didn't, um... i thought you were moving in this weekend."
"no. we just rented for the week."
"oh, i'm-"
"11 o'clock is a little late, isn't it? coming up here at 11 o'clock at night, i don't know what you're thinking" fading into mumbles and grumbles and closing the door literally in my face.
well. if i thought i was waking you up, i wouldn't be coming up at 11 pm. but i knew i wasn't waking you up. i knew because i kept being woken up by your actions. how much later was i supposed to wait before i just couldn't take it anymore and had to go say something?
like, obviously you're a crochety old man, and obviously i shouldn't let your rudeness on multiple accounts faze me, and obviously i shouldn't take your reaction personally, but. i am.
am i crazy? did i mess up? should i have just tossed and turned trying to block out what sounded like someone with concrete blocks on their feet learning out to walk? now i can't sleep because i feel some weird mix of guilt and annoyance. i think i could have ignored the stomping a little easier.
mother fuck.