I've been living under apartment 6N for a little over two months now, and have yet to put any names or faces with the noises I hear. I'm pretty sure their cast of characters includes the following: dog, baby, couple who enjoys sexy time, guitar, steel-toed (and heeled) boots, an interior decorator who constantly rearranges the furniture, and someone practicing for the roller derby.
We had a few more pressing problems when we moved into the apartment (OMG roaches!), but one day the super dropped by with the door handle to our fridge, and I asked him about a crack in my bedroom ceiling. He says it's just the paint, but I'm pretty sure it's gotten bigger and worse in the time we've been here. If this is any indication, I'd say I'll be meeting the neighbors in about two more months, when they come crashing into my bedroom.
2 comments:
Bam!
What a delightfully amusing premise for a blog. I hope you will resist the temptation to be scrupulously honest (and therefore boringly pedantic) and allow your sense of whimsey to gallop triumphantly across your keyboard (taking care of course, to not allow her thundering hoofbeats to further loosen that alarmingly ominous (and horribly brown) wallpaper.
Happy living, Bob
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