My apartment neighbors had a fight, complete with thuds, pained screams, and the woman screaming, “Let go of me! Stop!”
I called 911 since it seemed to be more than a lovers quarrel. But since telling friends, some say I overstepped my boundaries and should have minded my own business. What would you do in this situation?
I’m freshly showered, wearing my bathrobe, sipping my coffee on the back steps, when the turkey tom decides it’s time for some lovin’ on an injured hen.
I grab a badminton racket and run barefoot across the yard to swat the 45-pound Kentucky Bourbon Red tom off her, bathrobe flapping to reveal all. This is what I call a “farm moment.”
I need to convince my family that living downtown doesn’t mean raising our kids in a crack den!
Oh, you think I’m going to be rude and obnoxious? Well, I’ll show you by being the most disarmingly polite, well-spoken weirdo you’ve ever fucking met! Take THAT, complain-y neighbor!
When noisy neighbors strike, what’s the best course of action to quiet them? Are you a landlord-caller, a note-leaver, or a face-to-face door-knocker?
It’s a little sad to move out of an apartment realizing that you never learned the names of your neighbors. What schemes can we concoct to make the neighborhood friendlier?