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ishtar79Sometimes, I really fucking hate living in an apartment building.
So, for the last couple of months, I've been hearing loud music throughout the whole night. I doesn't matter how late I go to bed, 4AM, 5AM, it's always fucking THERE, like nails on a chalkboard.
This coincided with this lady moving in the apartment downstairs. I had my suspicions, but they were confirmed a few days ago, when my next-door neighbour told me that apparently a woman from the building adjacent to ours was also kept awake by it, and actually had a talk with the inconsiderate BITCH, whose reply was that she kept the radio on all night so her don't wouldn't bark (!).
Anyway, at some point I went to confront her, and the following surreal conversation occurred:
Me: *fake smiled plastered on, exceedingly polite* Excuse me, I live in the apartment upstairs....you wouldn't happen to be playing music throughout the night, would you?
Crazy Bitch From Hell *behind a barely cracked door, looking at me suspiciously* : NO! It wasn't me!
Me *through clenched teeth, still fakely smiling*: Then perhaps you have some idea where it might be coming from, because...
CBFH: NO! Now tell me something missy: do you radiate?
Me:....sorry, what?
CBFH: You know, radiation! Do you have electrical devices with a radiation field?
Me: I...have a microwave? I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're asking.
CBFH *with wild eyes*: Are you gathering information? Are you affiliated with the information secret services?
Me:....
CBFH *practically yelling*: Your mother, she works for the government (note: true, but in an entirely non-spy capacity) Are you part of the secret agency?
Me:....WHAT.
CBFH: NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN! *doorslam*
I honestly was rooted on the spot for a while by the sheer power of WTF. I guess coming to a peacuful solution over the noise is not an option when dealing with the BATSHIT INSANE! Should I call the cops over the noise (and I really don’t want to deal with Greek police right now, for obvious reasons), or the men in white coats?
My mother's reaction, after she was done laughing "Maybe you're such a secret agent, YOU don't even know".
My elderly and randomly judgemental neighbour's reaction : "Well, maybe it's because she lived in Germany her whole life!" (HOW IS THAT RELEVANT? Maybe it was Eastern Germany pre-wall fall, and I, for some reason I can't conceive, reminded her of the Stasi!)
Why do crazy people always find me? WHY ME? And if the music doesn't stop soon, I'm bound to join their ranks. I'm tempted to act shifty and talk into my coat ("Subject is on the move") every time I see her. Just for kicks.
So, for the last couple of months, I've been hearing loud music throughout the whole night. I doesn't matter how late I go to bed, 4AM, 5AM, it's always fucking THERE, like nails on a chalkboard.
This coincided with this lady moving in the apartment downstairs. I had my suspicions, but they were confirmed a few days ago, when my next-door neighbour told me that apparently a woman from the building adjacent to ours was also kept awake by it, and actually had a talk with the inconsiderate BITCH, whose reply was that she kept the radio on all night so her don't wouldn't bark (!).
Anyway, at some point I went to confront her, and the following surreal conversation occurred:
Me: *fake smiled plastered on, exceedingly polite* Excuse me, I live in the apartment upstairs....you wouldn't happen to be playing music throughout the night, would you?
Crazy Bitch From Hell *behind a barely cracked door, looking at me suspiciously* : NO! It wasn't me!
Me *through clenched teeth, still fakely smiling*: Then perhaps you have some idea where it might be coming from, because...
CBFH: NO! Now tell me something missy: do you radiate?
Me:....sorry, what?
CBFH: You know, radiation! Do you have electrical devices with a radiation field?
Me: I...have a microwave? I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're asking.
CBFH *with wild eyes*: Are you gathering information? Are you affiliated with the information secret services?
Me:....
CBFH *practically yelling*: Your mother, she works for the government (note: true, but in an entirely non-spy capacity) Are you part of the secret agency?
Me:....WHAT.
CBFH: NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN! *doorslam*
I honestly was rooted on the spot for a while by the sheer power of WTF. I guess coming to a peacuful solution over the noise is not an option when dealing with the BATSHIT INSANE! Should I call the cops over the noise (and I really don’t want to deal with Greek police right now, for obvious reasons), or the men in white coats?
My mother's reaction, after she was done laughing "Maybe you're such a secret agent, YOU don't even know".
My elderly and randomly judgemental neighbour's reaction : "Well, maybe it's because she lived in Germany her whole life!" (HOW IS THAT RELEVANT? Maybe it was Eastern Germany pre-wall fall, and I, for some reason I can't conceive, reminded her of the Stasi!)
Why do crazy people always find me? WHY ME? And if the music doesn't stop soon, I'm bound to join their ranks. I'm tempted to act shifty and talk into my coat ("Subject is on the move") every time I see her. Just for kicks.
