Despite numerous conversations, shouting matches, polite inquiry, forebearance, taps on the ceiling (hers) (sometimes three or four times a day), my downstairs neighbor just can't get the hang of turning her !@#$@#(#$%()#$%()*E%U television volume down.
This little carving is about all I can manage before my wrist says NO MORE.
I'll probably sleep eleven hours tonight instead of my usual ten.
Thank god for earplugs.
2 comments:
It's really true, I am a witness . . . the downstairs neighbor really is going deaf and is dedicated to watching as much TV as possible until the day she dies. I like the carving - not just for the talking out my ass idea but I like it for the idea of Victoria finally laying the big one on Eva.
Don't go on a violent spree, and show up on COPS. :-)
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