Yo, upstairs asshole. Stop dropping stuff on your hardwood floor. At least once a day, something comes crashing out of I don’t even know what the fuck what, and it lands on your hardwood floor. And it echoes throughout my apartment. It’s so loud sometimes, that it scares me. What the fuck are you doing up there? I’ve lived here in my apartment for almost two years, and I can say, unequivocally that I have never dropped anything on my floor that anyone could hear. But you, numbnuts, do it every fucking day. It’s like fucking clockwork. Oh, it must be 3am in the morning, Fiddle, get ready for a crashing sound that will jolt you out of your sleep. Now don’t get me wrong, anyone can drop something every now and again, I guess I probably have and just don’t remember it, but you do it every fucking day. It used to be funny, but now it’s just annoying as fucking hell.
I’ve even come up to your apartment to tell you about it, and what do you do? Not a goddamn fucking thing. And while I’m at it, useless building manager, I’ve told you about this and what did you do? FUCKING NOTHING.
UPSTAIRS IDIOT: STOP THE MOTHERFUCKING DROPPING OF STUFF ON YOUR HARDWOOD FLOOR, YA MOHTERFUCKING DIP SHIT!!!
Just curious. Did they tell you what it is that they’re dropping? I can’t think of anything that would need to get dropped every day that’s big enough to make that loud of a noise.
You just did it again, asshole. A CLUMP A CLUMP A CLUMP.
Heffalump and Roo, me neither. I just don’t get it. I can see the occasional dropping of something, but this is not random, it happens all the time. Maybe I should just write it off to rats in the building…
Would it be possible to ask either your neighbor or the manager what’s going on? Something like. . btw, I’m noticing this really loud sound from your apartment, could you tell me what that might be? If you can determine the cause, there might be a way to stop it, or at least get it to stay within reasonable hours. It might be less frustrating if you at least knew what it was and when to expect it.
Could it be clanging in the water pipes? Or the heating system? Or exercise equipment? Or someone jumping up and down? Or is it loud like a stereo system?
So a while ago I had an in home bowling lane installed in my apartment in DC. Well there’s this dude downstairs throwing a royal hissy fit about it. Don’t some entitled jerks know 3 am is the only time I have to practice my game? Damn it his rage and lkeyboard smashing just fucking ruined my perfect game! Talk about an asshole. Kept yelling something about “NOTHING” and made me jump so I missed my 12th strike.
No, it’s not clanging in the pipes or the heating system. Hey, but whatever, I’ve actually gotten used to it, it’s just that earlier today, when I was getting some much needed sleep, it woke me up.
I had the exact same problem oddly enough. Really loud thumping noises from upstairs, all the fucking time, day and night, sometimes in the very early morning.
I was ready to complain but the people who lived in that unit ended up moving and the new tenants don’t seem to have the same retardation.
In my mom’s 11 story condo building, the people upstairs would often drop objects which sounded just like marbles would (PING ping ping ping ping). I couldn’t imagine for the life of me why sane people would constantly be dropping an object or objects which made that sound.
Wood floor on upper levels magnify noises to the nth degree- it’s why we only have hardwood downstairs and carpet upstairs. My MIL has hardwood floors on both levels, and just walking across the floor sounds like a herd of thundering elephants if you are downstairs.
Do they have pets? My cats sound like they are tigers clomping around the apartment when they get riled up and I’m sure it ticks off the downstairs neighbors. I have a lot of rugs and I stop them from running around whenever I’m home but there is nothing I can do about the noise when I’m gone unfortunately.
I have upstairs neighbors like this, except instead of dropping heavy things, they sound like they’re moving furniture 24/7. Scratching and scraping and groaning like a huge couch is being moved across the floor. All the time.
I had an upstairs neighbor who would wake me up in the middle of the night with something big hitting the floor above my bedroom. Turned out to be him. He had a substance abuse problem that got out of control, and he was literally falling down drunk or stoned or whatever.
This. My cats knock over shit all the time. There is not one day goes by that something is not flung to the floor by the little beasts.
They already knocked the spice basket off the microwave this morning in an attempted jump to the top of the pantry cupboard. It crashed on the hard wood floor in my kitchen. Little fuckers.
I lived below a guy who had a reclining couch. Every time he sat back up, the couch would fold up, and snap the footrest into the floor with a loud ‘thump’.
It sure sounded like someone was playing brick bowling.
At my last apartment, I had upstairs neighbors whose kids would stand on the kitchen cabinets and then jump down, hard, onto the floor. This wasn’t during late night hours, at least, but it was still really freaking loud! The floor plan was the same as mine so all the dishes and glasses in my cabinets would rattle.
The parents were great but worked very, very long hours and were not around much. Their friend/babysitter was trashy and foul, and complaints did jack with her.
And lest you think I’m exaggerating about this, eventually I also discovered that at least one wall-mounted cabinet, the one with my plates and glasses, was not screwed into the studs. My husband happened to be in the kitchen when a loud jump was made, and was right there when the cabinet started pulling free from the wall. We eased it down onto the ground and called the landlord. Funny how the jumping wasn’t repeated again.
And I loathe your kind :).
Especially when you double team. The guy living under me has a public job, comes home at 5PM like clockwork. The gal living next to me works in the evening, leaves home… at 5 PM, like clockwork. I’ve got a carpeted floor, I put layers of towels under the kick pedal, bought extra light nylon tipped sticks, it’s no use : I can’t play without bothering them somehow.
So because I’m a considerate neighbour, I can’t play the drums at all.
They’re the reason I bought the dang game :smack:.
