Okay, my downstairs neighbour is a decent enough bloke. The few times he’s turned his music up a bit more than is reasonable, he’s dialed it back when asked, with apologies.
For the past few weeks, though, his family has been staying in his apartment, and his family is something else again.
They are classless, obnoxious trash - to put it charitably. They are constantly camped out by the lobby door, smoking and shooting the shit. At first, the smoke blew straight in the lobby door, which they’d propped open, making the entire common area, up to the third floor, reek of cigarette smoke. (I’m not particularly sensitive, but this was over-the-top.) Now they’ve clued in and keep the door mostly-closed, with just junk mail to keep it from locking them out. So now we sit on the couch and the smoke blows straight in our (second storey) windows. Actually, it’s a bit better.
The patriarch of this crew is apparently permanently shirtless, with his big belly hanging down down over his pants. He’s shirtless for his morning smoke, and he’s shirtless after sunset, when we go to sleep with the bedroom window closed (despite the heat) to try to keep the racket of the lobby congregation down.
Did I mention being woken up before 8:00 Saturday morning by a screaming match about garbage?
The main irritation, though, is the door-slamming. I don’t know how many people are staying at the moment, but they keep a post of three or four at the lobby at pretty much all times, and they run back and forth to the apartment constantly, to pee, to get smokes, to get beer, whatever - and they slam the door so hard the whole place rattles, every time. The frequency is completely incomprehensible: I tried last night and discovered that it’s possible to live only taking breaths each time a door slams. It’s just the tiniest bit distracting when you’re trying to watch a movie, or something.
The door slammed four times while I typed the above sentence. I am a fast typist.
Not a complicated situation, right?
Here’s the part that’s giving me pause. First, the guy is the resident manager’s personal friend. Okay, no biggee - I would totally have no problem getting all agro about it if that were all, citing the Residential Tenancy Act and pointing out that he was legally obligated to act.
The actual thing is this: Nightmare Welfare Brood has come all the way from Nova Scotia to stay for an undetermined period of time, because their boy is in the hospital undergoing cancer treatment. Yeah, he’s not even here.
So… what do you do?