Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Call me chicken

The drunken, smoky, crabby-sounding, shouting neighbors of mine got a note on their door yesterday morning. I couldn't bring myself to actually knock on their door. I don't like strange people who yell in the middle of the night because they drink all day. Kind of a red flag for me.

I put a very polite note on their door yesterday morning and it was gone yesterday afternoon. They got the message so let's see if they honor it. It was quite last night - yessss!

Next step will be calling the police but it's such a pain in the ass to completely wake up to dial the phone and report them. Ugh.


Now if I could just get the person upstairs to stop walking on the creaky parts of the floor.

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