Thursday, October 18, 2007

The screaming and thumping were better than this

Dear Man Who Lives Upstairs:

I'm not sure where the woman who was living with you went. All I know is she disappeared about a month ago and took the baby with her. By no means am I complaining. I mean think about it. No longer do I have to deal with the constantly screaming baby. Or the squeaking of your bed frame and thumping of the headboard against the wall.

It's quiet. And I like it.

But last night? Last night you ticked me off.

See, we both know that the washers in our apartments sound like a fighter jet getting ready for takeoff. Or a space shuttle that's rumbling when it's getting ready to launch into orbit.

In a word? The washers are loud. Very loud.

Yet you, the man who lives upstairs and knows exactly how loud these appliance are, you decided last night that you needed to do laundry. Which I wouldn't have had a problem with.

But you decided to start the laundry at 10:30 p.m.! And me? I had to wake up before the crack of dawn, at 5 a.m., to drag my butt into work.

So when I'm supposed to be drifting off into a peaceful night's sleep, you decide to fire up the washer and all of its rumbling glory. And there I lay. Wide awake. Because really, who can fall asleep when there's a space shuttle rumbling above your head, getting ready for lift off?

Sincerely,
Your Cranky Downstairs Neighbor

5 comments:

teacherwoman said...

What a jerk!

Deloris said...

I understand how you're feeling. Every summer it happens to me and it sucks.

My college age neighbors that live across the street like to sit on their front porch and party all night, every night. They yell, scream and talk very loud until 4 or 5 am. On nights I had to get up for work the next morning, my husband or I would call the cops on them. After getting a visit from the cops that always quieted them down.

Can you call the cops or talk to your landlord about that?

Jessie said...

I hate stuff like that! I even try to tiptoe since we live upstairs.

Jessie said...

At night, that is. I promise I don't do weird stuff like that during the day.

Badgergirl said...

Honestly, starting laundry at 10:30 p.m. on a Wednesday probably wouldn't have bothered me too much. But I had to be up at 5 a.m. And I was crabby. And tired. And 5 o'clock comes way too early when the washer upstairs is getting ready for lift off.