Monday, July 16, 2007

I have a family of elephants living upstairs

So the people who moved in upstairs? The ones with the baby that doesn't stop crying?

Apparently they're also related to elephants.

Why? Mostly because I don't think they know how to walk normally. It always sounds as though they're jumping from place to place. I should not be able to hear normal footsteps. But I hear Every. Single. Footstep.

It's a constant, STOMP..STOMP...STOMP. And occasionally a quick thump.thump.thump.thump. And interspersed amongst it all? The baby that still continues to cry non-stop.

And unlike elephants, these are not large people. She's as skinny as a pole and the guy isn't much bigger. And the baby? Well all he does is cry.

All I can hope is that these new folks are still in the process of moving furniture around in an attempt to set up their apartment. But somehow, I don't think it's furniture anymore. And if it is, why in the name of all things sacred are they moving furniture around at 11 o'clock at night?


Farrah said...

Being of the upstairs tenant variety, I feel so bad if I have to make a dash to answer my telephone. In my head I'm saying sorry the whole time I'm stomping my feet down as I try to get to the phone before it stops ringing.

Some people are so inconsiderate of others!

Elizabeth said...

In my last apartment, I swear our upstairs neighbor wore combat boots 24 hours a day. Plus, he worked 3rd shift so we'd hear him getting up and ready to go to work at ungodly hours. As much as that sucked, I think I would have killed him if he had a crying baby thrown into the mix.