Oh my god, you guys, have I got a story for you. A story all renters can relate to.
So, I have this neighbor. He lives on the second floor of a three-flat with his girlfriend/wife/whatever. They moved in just a few months ago.
Facts about this neighbor:
- He drives an Escalade.
- He parks a band trailer in our driveway.
- He is covered in tattoos and thinks this makes him badass.
- He does not work during the day, as far as I can tell.
- He has 2 tiny, yappy dogs that pee all over.
- He is an angry, angry man.
I found out that last part this weekend.
You see, this douchey neighbor of ours brought the party back to the apt. after a late night out at the bars. Around 2am, loud music and shouting filled the whole building. This is NOT the first time this has happened, but it is the first time we decided to say something about it.
We woke up early the next morning for Dave's bike race and left the neighbors a note telling them how loud they are. For perspective, we wrote about how we can even hear their phone vibrating. We wrote about how a loud party at midnight or 1am isn't a big deal, but 3am? 4am? a regular basis? Not okay.
What we got back was this:
Fuck ourselves? Fuck our mothers? OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!
This morning, I was in a blind rage, ready to march upstairs and give that tool a piece of my mind. Dave, ever the sane one, would not let me. He said we were going to handle this like grown ups. (Slash bitch about it on the Interwebs.)
While I've been at work, Dave has continued to go upstairs to try to talk to The Douche. The Douche, though he is certainly home, will not answer the door.
Plan of action: Continue knocking on the door every few hours until he answers. Keep the landlord in the loop by copying the absurdly aggressive note in with our rent check. Call the cops next time a party ensues. Keep calling the cops every weekend, if needed. Hope and pray that they don't renew their lease.