We Can't Stop Here! This Is Bat Country!
Dude. I was messing around on the Rhodes (we finally got it), for a little while, not playing very loud at all cause I know sound carries like mad in my building when like 8 minutes into my jam session I hear someone knocking on the door and trying to peek in the blinds. I open the door and there's this crazy looking 4 foot tall woman (late 30s to early 40s I'd say but she looked like she was a billion) smoking and looking like she's done WAY too much meth, probably since birth. And she's like "look I've put up with that organ all damn day (lies! no one was home all day...) can you turn the thing off?! I've got to get some sleep so I can work in the morning!" And walks off. Mind you, it was like, 9:10p at this point. Quiet hours in our building start at 10p. I was going to be cheeky and mention this, but then I remembered my neighbors are crazy and fight a lot and when someone called the cops on them for it, the dude visited their apartment with an ax. So I was just like "uh, okay". Bunch a savages in this town, I swear.