I know my upstairs neighbors by how they bug me.
When I first moved into this apartment, the guy above me had a leaky air conditioner that dripped through the ceiling onto my bed and caused water damage that took my super 4 months to get someone to repair. Once he left, a man moved in for a short amount of time and moved furniture all over most nights. Next, the person above me watched TV loudly–never for very long, but still. After that, the woman upstairs would always come home screeching into her phone.
The current upstairs neighbor? Stomping. Read the rest of this entry »