
Then there was the person below me at another apt. who HAD to hear the same damn David Bowie song at PRECISELY the same time every morning (before dawn, of course)... thank God I've finally forgotten what song it was, but if I hear it again, I think I'll have a seizure.
Or the Edith Piaf fan who spent every single night (every night!) listening to the same damn E.P. album over and over, at a volume so loud it kept me awake through 2-foot thick walls... I hate E.P. as it is; this was sheer torture.
To name a few. And of course, none of the above were responsive to even the most humble requests to please turn it down a bit, etc.
But in my present location, I seem to be having particularly bad luck... ever since my very considerate friend moved out of the space below me (never knew he was home except when he'd pick up his violin to practice a little; a very talented guy BTW), I've had to deal with a succession of 24-hr vid game junkies, aspiring (and utterly clueless) mash-up artists who see no problem with working on a 2-second drop-in for 3 hrs straight in the wee hours on a weekday... and now somebody who seems to like every song I got tired of by 1983. He also seems unable to listen to a song in its entirety, which is not a good thing, even when you don't like the song...
And of course, it's all gotta be LOUD.... and it's nearly constant. He must be unemployed, because he's always home.
Why me??
I guess selling headphones must not be very profitable, because nobody seems to use them.
And why is it that the last two morons who've lived below me cannot speak without shouting? Right now I'm listening to this jackass talking on the phone, and he's yelling like it's a tin can on a string. Maybe he's deaf.
I will have to talk to him about this, but I know from experience that it will be a waste of time.
Anyway, there's my little rant... it's a beautiful day, so I should just get out of the house for a while...