What the F.....?!?!

So I am proud to report that I finally did it! I couldn't take this bull crappola any longer.  For those of you who know me, I have a very specific threshold and once you cross that... god speed.  There is little to nothing you can do to get back in my good graces.


After spending my post-work hours trying to finish my New Yorker and New York Magazine... my neighbor came home.  And then there was noise.  SO MUCH NOISE.  Listening to the rise and fall of various octaves for at least two hours and listening to various commercials, I finally hit my tolerance limit.  My grace was gone.  Throwing up empty water bottles, getting out my iphone to record the noise, contemplating my hammer (I figured the hammer was used very specifically for "banging" only), I went to my neighbor's apartment (across the hall) and dragged her and her fiance into mine to listen to the noise-- please note: I have only met these people once in my entire life.  They agreed: this was grounds for going upstairs and saying, "enough."


I couldn't stand it anymore.  I hate confrontation, but I hate listening to someone else's TV and some girl faking an orgasm more.  And suddenly, I grew a pair.  I walked up the stairs with conviction.  Hearing noise blast from under the door, I knew I was justified.  I knocked the door.  No answer.  Finally, the door opened.  A young guy (probably a college kid), stood there topless.  Who answers a door topless?  I mean seriously?  Once I got over the exposed nipples (clearly, this is someone who has no sense of privacy OR shame), I realized that the blaring noise was--in fact..... wait for it.... SOUTH PARK!  Who the fudge still watches South Park other than a 15 year old high school kid who is taking a break from his video games for dinner?  


I introduced myself as his neighbor who lives downstairs and I explained that it was quite loud.  He then proceeded to rub his chest-- perhaps self-conscious that he was getting in trouble and he was not wearing a shirt.   He apologized (which was nice of him), and I then said, "Yea, you can hear everything. I mean EVERYTHING!"  This is clearly someone who is shameless and doesn't take to subtleties.  If he didn't get it from there, I didn't know what else to say. He apologized again and closed the door after I turned to walk down the stairway.


When I got downstairs and came back into my apartment, it was quieter-- not quiet... but quieter.  It was a small victory. But at least I raised some level of consciousness.  Hopefully, it will pay off.


Speaking of my sleep... guess what's coming tomorrow?  The rest of my bedding!!!  Just in time for when my sister, her husband, and son come to visit on Friday! :)  Sweet dreams.