I had a perfectly quiet neighbor for many months until one morning this horrible bass began its dull torture on my brain. I woke up.
It gets a bit louder so I wait to see if it will stop on its own. No such luck, so I begin the investigation (which takes all of 15 seconds).
I knock on my neighbor's door for 5 minutes, I hear a scream of a few syllables on the inside, I bang harder on the door a couple of times while waiting for another 5 minutes. No answer.
I call the apt. management company. They can't give me the number (apparently I'm the bad one), they can't reach her because *shock*, her music is up too loud. They tell me I should call the police, but I don't like that idea so I thank them for their help.
Just about every weekend morning after that I'm waking up to the bass, I'm not as picky as the girlfriend is about it. I don't want it to escalate into anything so I'm uncharacteristically patient.
So this morning I am woken up at 9 and tired of it. So I bang on the wall (once), didn't help. I go over and she finally answers the door, but she's ready to battle to the death or something.
The conversation is semi-cordial at first, she is sarcastic from square 1 but I'm trying (aren't I such the innocent protagonist in this story?).
"Thanks for the violation." says she. Now I don't drink so I know I've never screwed something that ugly, so I assume that the management company gave her a noise violation.
"It's rude to bang on the wall." says she. She is unable to answer my question as to why it's rude for me to make percussion noises against her wall once but morally justified for her to do the same repeatedly.
She gets tired of my arrogant attitude (not just calm in a tense situation, but that "I know I'm calm while you're weak and nervous." look and tone of voice) and caps it all off with, "**** you, asshole! Why don't you eat me!?" *door slams in groverat's face*
There is defiance bass currently going through my room, but I'll let it go for now. She just got schooled so she needs some pride, that's fine with me. But it better not wake me up anymore.
Regale me with your tales!
Moral of the Story: If you get a noise violation, take the hint and turn your music down.
It gets a bit louder so I wait to see if it will stop on its own. No such luck, so I begin the investigation (which takes all of 15 seconds).
I knock on my neighbor's door for 5 minutes, I hear a scream of a few syllables on the inside, I bang harder on the door a couple of times while waiting for another 5 minutes. No answer.
I call the apt. management company. They can't give me the number (apparently I'm the bad one), they can't reach her because *shock*, her music is up too loud. They tell me I should call the police, but I don't like that idea so I thank them for their help.
Just about every weekend morning after that I'm waking up to the bass, I'm not as picky as the girlfriend is about it. I don't want it to escalate into anything so I'm uncharacteristically patient.
So this morning I am woken up at 9 and tired of it. So I bang on the wall (once), didn't help. I go over and she finally answers the door, but she's ready to battle to the death or something.
The conversation is semi-cordial at first, she is sarcastic from square 1 but I'm trying (aren't I such the innocent protagonist in this story?).
"Thanks for the violation." says she. Now I don't drink so I know I've never screwed something that ugly, so I assume that the management company gave her a noise violation.
"It's rude to bang on the wall." says she. She is unable to answer my question as to why it's rude for me to make percussion noises against her wall once but morally justified for her to do the same repeatedly.
She gets tired of my arrogant attitude (not just calm in a tense situation, but that "I know I'm calm while you're weak and nervous." look and tone of voice) and caps it all off with, "**** you, asshole! Why don't you eat me!?" *door slams in groverat's face*
There is defiance bass currently going through my room, but I'll let it go for now. She just got schooled so she needs some pride, that's fine with me. But it better not wake me up anymore.

Regale me with your tales!
Moral of the Story: If you get a noise violation, take the hint and turn your music down.
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