Its midnight, time to head to bed. Or, at least relocate the bed and flip the TV on. Watched for about 10 minutes, then.... thump thump thump.....louder than the TV. Grrr. Deciding that this just isn't tolerable, GG redresses, heads downstairs, knocks on door. No one answers. Knocks again. No one answers.... hmmm, what to do now? There's no after hours number for the apartment complex, so not really any number to call and complain.
GG heads back upstairs, hoping it will go away. It doesn't. Deciding maybe she doesn't want to do a midnight confrontation with neighbors she hasn't met, but yet wanting the noise to stop, she goes back outside.
Paces.
Walks around the building to make sure that it is indeed the apartment she thinks it is.
Fears the giant cockroaches that are lurking in the mulch next to her.
Paces some more.
Finally, frustration building, she gets a burst of adrenaline and goes back to door. More than a serious knuckle rap, she does a full fisted bam bam bam. So loud that upstairs, Gary opens the door to see whats going on. GG means business.
Who answers the door? Some girl in a towel. GG was ready for drunk frat boy confrontation (she's seen guys and girls go into this apt). Errrrr... switch gears.
"hey, you mind turning down your radio? its making my bed vibrate" (...but GG should like that, right?)
"oh, sure, I was in the shower"
awkward moment.... she's in a towel, GG has too much anger she's trying to hide...
uh.... "thanks, its loud"
So I want to know why in all the many times I've had to knock on a neighbor's door to complain about the music, it's never once been a girl dressed in a towel !
Is that to much to ask for ?
It it ?
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