Here’s your chance to interact with actual black people! I would have thought this would be a dream come true for you.
There you go…while he’s asking them to lay off the weed, he can ask them why they don’t go camping or drink coffee, and why they are so damn loud.
Stop it.
Because when you try that hard to NOT make the Diet Coke hit the keyboard, it goes back up your nose and hurts like hell.
No silly, clearly they switched to Geiko!
Exactly. If he really cared about the weed smell, he would go down there wearing a NORML T-shirt (they give those out for free if you donate, which is how you become a “card-carrying member”) and say, “Look, guys, there’s some narcs upstairs, and I’m a little worried that they’re gonna drop a dime if you don’t invest in air freshener/a window fan/incense/patchouli/a hookah/whatever. I don’t give a shit, but dude, I just wanted to let you know.” and this would not be an issue anymore.
Ha! Maybe in Amsterdam.
You see, the problem is not really the smoke, it is how loud those puffs are.
Maybe he should start spitting in their coffees. Oh wait, their teas, maybe.
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I suffered from the same problem in the “Luxury Apartment Home” I lived in until I moved out 18 months ago into a single-family detached house in the suburbs, a mile and a half from my office. The upstairs tenant over me had a pot habit and the next door (other side of my bedroom wall) nabors had a crack or meth habit and would light up when they woke up. The walls were thin and had gaps enoough to allow the passage of their fumes. He would have young guys bang on his door at all hours and they would have fights in the breezeway and argue about the $45 that was owed the tenant for the last fix. One day, a nabor from down the hall banged on his door and said XXXX is dead!. XXXX is dead! A short while later they were walking XXXX across the parking lot on the way to the hospital. XXXX had recently moved from across the breezeway after other nabors complained about his emanations. I have super olfactory senses and allergies. I went to the apartment management and they couldn’t/wouldn’t do anything until they actually caught the smokers breaking the law. Allegations about the lease-breaking activities did not cut it. So they referred me to their private pinochle rent-a-cops to whom I made calls whenever my eyes burned or my head ached from the fumes. The chief came and gave me speech number 27, about me certainly having the right to live in my abode without having to suffer those indignities/odors. They later searched upstairs and next door (when tenants were out) and said they didn’t find anything incriminating. The second call to them brought the chief and his captain and as I opened my front door to them, I was almost knocked over by the odor of pot emanating from them! So, I knew then I was not going to get anywhere with them. But I did call them again at about 10 p.m. one day and they did not answer (probably had caller i.d.) so I called the city cops to compalin about the noxious fumes (which burned my eyes), probably crack or meth-never smelled it before those nabors moved in. Anyway, because it was a report of noxious fumes, they sent the fire department who looked around my place first for the source, then went upstairs. During that operation the next door crackhead couple left, so they didn’t get searched /caught at that time. But a few weeks later he was arrested for dealing and I and other nabors watched as he got perp walked in cuffs into his pad for interrogation, much of which we could hear through the door. The scuttlebut among nabors then and later was that he wasn’t punished at that time because they were hoping he would rat on his suppliers, who I later saw visiting him. The fumes persisted later so I gave notice at the end of my lease. I moved out on the same weekend as both the upstairs and next-door perps. He got evicted because of the arrest. I now only wake up and smell the roses. Good luck.
Was Jim one of them? Well Gawwwwlly!
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
Once, maybe, but he’s doing it on a regular basis (and remember that this stuff shows up in hair), and the aroma and therefore the THC is throughout the stairwell, so may well be permeating through to his flat, giving him a longer-term low-level exposure. Not good.
Calling the cops right now *might * be overreacting (because, smoking pot is **totally legal ** and we should **absolutely ** ignore people who are doing **totally legal ** things), but yeah, after the polite request is ignored…after the word to the landlord is ignored…should he just drop the issue, or is becoming a dirty, stinking narc ok then?
Send them a note.
A note to the landlord (if you truly want to remain anonymous).
Then, if necessary, authorities.
Yes, you’re right about that. Between that and another comment from the OP, I wouldn’t bother suggestiong incense. Besides, that would make it worse.
I’m sorry, I try not to be a pedant, but this one made me want to punch a hole through my monitor. Neighbor.
I saw that solid block of text and wondered if it was worth the read. Then my eye caugt that one word and that was the last I saw of that post.
Cite, please.
Originally Posted by Sarahfeena
I really do not git this about coffee. I have lived with and around black people all my life and have never noticed any diference in coffee drinking habits than any other group of people. Well except for the English 
Here you go:
If you can’t knock on your neighbor’s door and politely ask something for fear of them going gangsta on you, then you have more problems than a weed smell in the hallways.
I would start looking in the “Apartments for Rent” section in the classifieds…
And if he does muster up the courage and things start to go sour, be sure to ask how much a twenty sack is for the rebound. Show the NORML card too.
So, I have a similar situation. I can’t really imagine that it would be worse than it is in my building. My downstairs neighbors apartment constantly smells like weed.
But ask yourself this. What if it were something that DIDN’T come from an illegal drug. What would you do then? What if it were a house-full of chain-smokers? I’m sure it would cause the same irritation on your part, but then you’d have no recourse with the law providing that it is allowed to smoke in your apartment.
I think you should approach it from that standpoint. My neighbors bother me a bit, but I don’t really care. Calling the cops and narcing them out is bad. Not only that you’ll have enemies that you don’t need. It’s a bit cowardly to leave a message. Passive aggressive notes are the worst. Go down there and talk to them. That’s all there is to it. Let them know that you don’t mind, just for them to make some efforts at ventilation.
Now, because it’s a drug that’s associated with immaturity and laziness, it’s very easy to demonize the people living there. Not everybody who smokes weed is a loser or isn’t able to get their shit together.
But don’t worry about the other folks here. They are so quick to cast the first stone.
Don’t narc on them, only if you feel as if they’ve done something worthy of the punishment they’ll receive. And trust me if they smoke as much as they do, they probably have a lot on them, which means they might go to jail.
Personally, I’d go down and talk to them.