Neighbors
My new house is actually a condo. There are 4 units in each building, back to back. That means I share walls with 2 neighboring units. I've lived here for nearly 3 months, and I have yet to meet any of my neighbors. Maybe I've watched too many movies set in the 50s, but I think that the pre-existing neighbors carry the responsibility of introducing themselves to the new neighbor. You know...bring over a plate of cookies and welcome the newcomer to the neighborhood. Well apparently none of my neighbors watched the same movies that I did. However, the lack of introductions has not stopped me from deducing who they are.
Let's start with the McThumpersons. They are the young couple that live in the unit directly behind mine. We share most of our walls, including the kitchen and main bathroom. They are quite possibly the noisiest people in the world. I can constantly hear Slammy, the wife, closing cupboard doors, dropping things, and even closing doors upstairs. Her husband, Bassline, is a connoisseur of fine music, which he plays at level 11. Finally, Clonkers is their poor blind dog. He spends much of each day stumbling about until he finally crashes headfirst into the dining room wall. I have never actually laid eyes on the McThumpersons, but I look forward to that day with great anticipation.
My neighbor that lives in the unit next to mine is Mr. Tourette. He is a single man in his mid-30s, and I do see him from time to time. In case you have not already deduced, I know him expressly according to the words that he occasionally screams at full volume. Let's put it this way: only our master bedrooms and garages share walls, but I don't have to be in one of those 2 rooms to hear these outbursts. All he shouts are curses. Nothing else. Ahem, GDMF, to be precise. No "how could you" or "what's your problem" or anything else that might indicate an argument, or even a conversation. I can't wait to meet him. He seems delightful.
Let's start with the McThumpersons. They are the young couple that live in the unit directly behind mine. We share most of our walls, including the kitchen and main bathroom. They are quite possibly the noisiest people in the world. I can constantly hear Slammy, the wife, closing cupboard doors, dropping things, and even closing doors upstairs. Her husband, Bassline, is a connoisseur of fine music, which he plays at level 11. Finally, Clonkers is their poor blind dog. He spends much of each day stumbling about until he finally crashes headfirst into the dining room wall. I have never actually laid eyes on the McThumpersons, but I look forward to that day with great anticipation.
My neighbor that lives in the unit next to mine is Mr. Tourette. He is a single man in his mid-30s, and I do see him from time to time. In case you have not already deduced, I know him expressly according to the words that he occasionally screams at full volume. Let's put it this way: only our master bedrooms and garages share walls, but I don't have to be in one of those 2 rooms to hear these outbursts. All he shouts are curses. Nothing else. Ahem, GDMF, to be precise. No "how could you" or "what's your problem" or anything else that might indicate an argument, or even a conversation. I can't wait to meet him. He seems delightful.