So, I got some new neighbors last week (they rent the apartment to our right and share a wall that is the total length of the space) and they are NOISY. Nothing but banging and yelling. Thinking that it was natural "moving in" sounds I tried to ignore it - up until Thursday night.
It was non-stop. At one point my wife got up and banged on the wall and yelled for them to quiet down. They didn't even notice. I finally went over and, a bit angrily, told them that it was late and asked for them to quiet down.
Now, jump ahead to Saturday night/Sunday morning.
2:15 AM, dead asleep when I am awakened by a drunken group screeching the perennial favorite "Pour Some Sugar On Me" outside of my house. They then climb the stairs next door and proceeded to crank the stereo up to 11 and jump up and down while dancing and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Damn it.
I go over and yell at girls who don't look old enough to drink, let alone rent their own apartment, that they need to be quiet.
The best part is that while I'm talking to them, they look at me like I'm the asshole.
(In an old man voice) Young punks! In my day, kids had respect...
(Thinking about it, I actually think that I'm the second oldest person living in the building now. Jeez, I need to buy a house...)
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