Some of my neighbours were having very loud sex a couple of weeks ago. The woman was calling out her lovers name so loudly that the whole building must have heard (4am).
The only thing I know about my downstairs neighbors is that they are pot heads, and they make the whole building smell like weed.
You're describing me as well.
There are only 3 apartments in this building.
The people below me are pretty decent people. I listen to Ray cough up his spleen every morning around 6:30 and I can hear their spaniel running around on the hardwood floors. Once in a while their musical tastes are not quite to my liking but what the heck.
When I was in college I lived wall-to-wall with a couple who had a very um, intense relationship.
If they weren't fucking, they were fighting. Often, they did both at once. Usually around 4 a.m. the morning of my big final. They would start with the moaning and orgasm sounds, then the physical violence would start - slapping, punching, name calling. Soon they'd be throwing heavy objects at each other and screaming obscenities (always missing and hitting the wall right where my head was, naturally) and eventually the woman would storm out, slamming every door in the apartment multiple times on her way, while the man stayed in bed and swore loudly for the next 20 minutes about what a 'fucking evil whore' she was.
The next morning they'd be back together, both with black eyes and swollen lips, doing laundry like nothing had happened.
I was relieved when they moved far, far away. She refused to acknowledge your greetings or make eye contact with you and he was real dick to everyone else in the building. They were by far the scariest, rudest asshole neighbors I've had in my multitude of living situations.
I live in a ground floor flat. Above us the Mum had gone away for the weekend leaving the 18 yr old son alone. We had a polite but distant relationship (the best I think) I knew he was into his music and had a set of decks. That Saturday the music started quite early as did the stream of people, so we just went out to the pub for a bit thinking live and let live - or rather let everyone else moan. Unfortunately it went on until 1.30am and I lost my neighbourly love, so I grabbed my M&S (fellow brits will know) checked dressing gown and my slippers (put them on! didn't want to cause death by shock!), marched up the stairs, barged into the open doored flat and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips... The 6ft, dreadlocked-haired son looked up from the decks whilst his friends hid the spliffs and said 'Oh, I'm sorry, is it too loud?' I just had to raise an eyebrow and peace reigned. What I wish I'd done now is just plucked a spliff from one of their hands and said 'thank you, Good night'
Saw him the next day and he said hello and lowered his eyes. Oh the power of a Marks and Sparks dressing gown! tee hee
Sounds like hell. I find it hard to decide what's worse - having to listen to your neighbours having sex or fighting. But a combination?
Sounds like hell. I find it hard to decide what's worse - having to listen to your neighbours having sex or fighting. But a combination?
I think I'd rather have that than the neighbors who peed on my door, left their trash around my patio, and sat on the hood of my car.
. What else is confusing? Oh he was black and 6ft and I am white 5' 4" but my M&S made me invincible, oh that plus the klingon bit
Oh yes, meant to add... I love House!!! You do know he's English
I understood what you said it was just a little more... "cockney" than I'm used too.
Not quite sure what you're missing but M&S is a british middle class shop so just imagine a black and white checked long smoking jacket kind of thing?! A spliff is a doobie. A flat is an apartment but with thinner walls! Decks are record decks, am I being patronising? Don't mean to be
I'm guessing they have kids. Be thankful that they don't play the drums at all hours of the day and night. Not to mention we have 30 to 40 feet between houses here.
^Spliff and Decks? Both of those words are common usage in my very much American usage.
