I live in a condo building with lots of
young professionals and a few older single people, but all in all, a solid,
friendly crowd of neighbors. That is, until early one weekday morning (probably
around 2am on a Monday night) when I wake up to my entire bedroom shaking. Like
I legitimately jumped up out of bed, thought the world was ending and was
scared for my life. I had no idea what the noise was until I finally heard a
girl moaning in the background….
…And then I realized that my neighbor’s
headboard is actually physically against my bedroom wall. So his late night ‘activities’
translate into an earthquake slash auditory pornographic experience in my
bedroom during an hour when I’d rather not be awake.
So then it happened again the next week
on a Tuesday night. And the following week on a Monday night again. And then it
stopped for a little while… until yesterday (Tuesday) morning at 3:18 AM.
First, WHY must this guy’s ‘activities’
all take place from Monday through Wednesday nights post 2AM?! Can we get him
some normal hours for this endeavor? Maybe 10-11pm, like the rest of the world? I’ve created this
mental image of him from his headboard-shaking experiences (I’ve actually never
seen him) and my guess is that he just brings home random girls after his
Monday-Wednesday bartending job (he obviously, is not a great bartender due to
his off-peak work schedule, but must make up for the downside, by his effort in
the bedroom).
Anyway, yesterday was the last straw. I
was pretty angry because I was tired and had a long day, plus I just started a
new job that I need to now be conscious for.. and the girl that he was with must
have thought she was starring in a pornography (or maybe she was… who knows
what goes on in other people’s apartments) because the noises that were coming
out of her were way over-acted and obnoxious (and unnecessary for me to listen
to). I was about to kick down their front door and punch them both in their
faces (Again, I do not condone violence), but instead I banged on the wall
loudly back, to which they both started laughing, and continued their
activities.
The next time I see him (or maybe it’s a
her), a fight may or may not ensue. I will keep you all updated.
(P.S. – I am not jealous.)
