Wednesday, July 29, 2009

upstairs pt.1

Yes, Officer, I know they were my neighbors, living right upstairs and everything, but I don't know anything about what happened last night. I was very tired, and I went to sleep early, and I slept hard. I didn't even hear my alarm until it had been ringing for almost 10 minutes. I didn't hear a thing last night, or this morning, I didn't notice anything odd at all, until you came knocking at my door.

Well, yes we did have some...disagreements about noise. Typical stuff really. You know, the upstairs neighbor thinks they're being perfectly quiet and the downstairs neighbor can hear the feathers that fall out of the pillow when they hit the floor. I even called the station one night, I'm sure you have a record of it. No, I think it's perfectly fair for you to ask me some questions based on that. It makes perfect sense, and I don't have anything to hide anyway.

The problem? Oh, that night. Well, they decided they were going to do some work on the bathroom at 11 at night. I did go up and ask nicely if they could do it at an hour when people are up and around anyway, like in the afternoon or something. I don't even mind if they start early in the morning, I have to get up early for work. It doesn't bother me that much. But anyway, I asked nicely and they were really fucking rude! I'm sorry, I shouldn't swear like that. Are you going to put that in the report? No? "Just the facts, ma'am" right? Ha, yeah.

So anyway, the older woman was really nasty about it, saying they could do whatever they wanted 'cause it was their place and nobody can tell them what to do in their place. I tried to explain that I could hear everything from their place in my place, but she didn't want to hear it. Finally, she said they'd finish up the wall and be done for the night and as soon as she closed the door they started pounding on those tiles again. Nobody else heard it, since sound just doesn't travel up in this building and the people downstairs from me are on vacation until...I think this Sunday. Or the next.

So that was that, the big problem. I called the police, you know, you guys, but nobody showed up until an hour later 'cause it was just a noise complaint, and they had actually stopped by then. So they said there was nothing they could do. Maybe they felt bad later, since they didn't do any work late at night after that. Just during the day. I only noticed on the weekend. It's not so bad if you aren't trying to relax after a hard day at work, knowing you have to go back the next day. At least on a Saturday I can go out to the park and read or something. Just take a walk. I never even saw them in the elevator after that, thank god. What? Oh, I just mean because I was pissed for a long time about it, even though it never happened again. I mean, what the hell are you thinking, doing major home renovation at 11 o-fucking-clock? That just seems like some kind of stupid to me. Yeah, there were still some noises, but normal shit, I mean stuff. The kids dancing around, moving a table, something falling on the floor, that kind of stuff.

No, I don't now that they had trouble with anybody else in the building. They were friendly with the people next door. No, I mean the next building over. 'Cause, you know, you can see their windows from yours and you can even talk if you want. Yeah, look here. See? I don't know the people across from me, though. They always have the curtains closed. In fact, I don't know if I've ever seen them even move.

OK, no problem. Bye.