I've been living in this apartment since August, which has been mostly great. I enjoy that it's a smaller complex with only four apartments per building. I live on the bottom, with neighbors above me who have two kids, one who's seven or eight and one who's under two. My girlfriend, who lives with me, also has a two year old child. Initially, this couple seemed alright to us. They're maybe in their mid-late 20's, and really never bothered us until a couple months ago.
It all started on the first night I ever had anyone over to my apartment, on a Saturday night. It was around 11:30pm when I heard a knock on the door. The man from upstairs explained that we had woken up his kid three times and asked us to keep it down. Now, we weren't being loud whatsoever. We were actually having a cup of coffee, chatting at the dinner table at a very low volume. Being a nice neighbor, I simply said "I'm sorry, we'll be sure to do that." The very next night, I had my father and his friend over to watch the Sunday Night Football game. Again, I hear a knock on the door. This time, it's th woman, not the man, from upstairs. She says, "Do one of you drive that maroon car? It's in MY spot," in a real snobby tone of voice. It was my father's friend's car. We don't have assigned parking at this complex, nor do we have reserved spots. So after giving her a baffled look, my guest exited to move the car. It wasn't like there weren't other spots available right along the front of the building. Literally it would require her to walk an additional 5 steps, as the spot right next to it was open, as was the three next to that. Two of the apartments weren't even being occupied out of the four in this building. The building has 6 spots along the building with another 6 just 15 feet across on the other side of the drive.
So in those two nights, I began to realize that these neighbors were going to be a nuisance. Constantly, we'd hear the woman up there screaming at her one year old crying boy, "SHUT THE F*CKKKKKKKKKK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" over and over. She's definitely a pyscho *****. Night after night, we hear this woman up there screaming like this, even late into the night. Even worse, we often hear it at 5 and 6 in the morning. It's almost a routine for us to hear this woman up there each morning with her crying (more like screaming) son.
Over the last couple months, we've had her man coming down knocking on our door at least a few more times in regards to our noise. It's typically on the one night out of the month we have a couple guests over on a Friday or Saturday night. It's also typically very early in the evening when we're not even being unreasonably loud. Our apartment complex's rules state that 10pm-6am is quiet time, which we generally always adhere to. They on the other hand, are among the biggest culprits of violating this. I never go up there and tell them to calm down, not even once. I tend to be understanding, as long as people aren't throwing huge parties until the wee hours of the morning.
Fast forward to Christmas night now. I have three friends over for dinner and some drinks. We had the television on while we talked in the living room. Like usual, we are conversing at a reasonable level. Then again, it's a holiday on a Friday night, so I wouldn't think it'd be that big of a concern to begin with. Around 11pm, we hear the notorious neighbor knocking on the door again. My feisty latina girlfriend answered the door this time. He claims we woke his one year old son up eight times. She told him she didn't feel we were being noisy and he responded by asking us to turn the television down. Baffled, we just shut the door and went about our night joking about what an *** he was being.
My girlfriend and I know we didn't wake that kid up eight times, because that kid screams like he's being tortured every time he wakes up. We know this because he wakes us up every morning with his cries. We never once heard a cry the night he came down to the door. We know it's the b*tch woman of his who's responsible for this crap. Not to mention, each time they come down, our child is still sound asleep. So, we can't be that bad.
Again, fast forward to the following night. It was around midnight when we heard this woman up there screaming at the top of her lungs at her child. Everyone was jumping all around and the floor was damn near going to cave in. This continued for another 15 minutes. Following this, I heard their surround sound blaring loudly, with the bass riding right through the walls. Honestly, I wouldn't care if they did this if they weren't such hypocrites. So now I'm contemplating on what to do next. Do I go confront them about this issue of them being a hypocrite and risk turning this into a childish b*tching fest, where it gets even worse than it is now? Or do I let it go on, pissing me off constantly? I don't have company over very often, but it's still annoying to get bombarded with their ridiculous bullshit every time I do have company over. I want to be the bigger man, but at the same time, I think manning up and confronting them about this and talking it out in a civil manner might not be a bad route to go. I just don't know if that woman up there is capable of reasoning.
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