We live in an "apartment" building. Really, they're marketed as condos, but there are three floors with 4 "condos" to a floor. We live on the top floor. It's actually fairly nice. Well, we thought it was okay until Friday night, and then again this afternoon.
The Utah Jazz were playing in the playoffs. Apparently our next door neighbors are HUGE fans. How do we know this, you ask? Well, by the string of profanities that we could hear through the walls when the Jazz lost their lead. Mike and I had no idea what was going on. For a few minutes we thought we were going to have to call the police for a Domestic Violence call or something. Then we checked the local listings, and discovered the game was playing on ESPN. It was only 9:30, and noise "curfew" on weekends is midnight, so we figured we'd deal with it. It eventually calmed down next door. We didn't mind waiting to see what was going to happen before we went over and asked them to keep it down. In fact, there wasn't another outburst out of them all night.
This afternoon Marshy-marsh and I got home from work. He'd been cooped up in his stroller all afternoon watching movies and napping, so he was super excited to get out and run around with all of his toys. Well, about 20 minutes after we got home (it is around 6 PM at this point) there was a knock on our door. I opened the door to find a man I had never seen before standing there, dressed in his business attire with his bluetooth headset on his ear. I remember thinking to myself "Wow, did I look that nerdy when I wore my bluetooth? No, cuz I'm hot!" haha Anyway, the conversation went something like this:
him: Hi, I'm your neighbor downstairs below you, and when your kid walks around your house it is really loud.
me: Oh, I'm sorry?
him: Well, because it's really loud, could you keep him from making all that noise from walking?
me: Well, he's really little. (Marshy-marsh comes running down the hall "mamammama" See? He is really little.
him: Well could you just keep him from running? Thanks.
me: Sorry, I didn't know it was so loud. He's really little.
And with that, I closed the door. Now, noise curfew on a weekday is 10 PM. It was maybe barely 6 PM, and pretty sure that Marshy is NOT that loud. Then, when I looked out the window, I noticed that their second car had just pulled up with the rest of the inhabitants in it. Stupid neighbor was down there by himself and just HAD to come up and complain! Heaven forbid he should wait a little and see if the so-called 'noise' would subside after a while. We hadn't even been home all day!
The train just drove past and honked. Honestly, if you can put up with a train, can't you put up with a little running from the kid upstairs? I'm sure they'll be back up because there is no way that I am not going to let my little baby play in his room with his toys. What does he want me to do? Keep him restrained off the floor at all times? He's 18 months old! You just can't do that 24-7.
Anyway, that's my rant. I guess that not everyone is as tolerant as we are. Just wishing that more people were more tolerant.
5 comments:
I have this neighbor that has a big big dog who came over to play (she is only 10 months old so she is a puppy in a really big body) but instead she freaked my kids right out. So jake took her back to her trailer and she came right back. She jumped on me and got her sharp claws in my mouth it was sick. Dont worry my gaurd dog Daysie in her due any day attitude protected us.
That is just DUMB! How much noise can a toddler make walking across the floor? Sheesh. That guy needs to stick his earplug in a little tighter.
No worries, guess what I'm an apartment manager and do you know what? You can't really do anything about a noise complaint in regards to a baby. Legally: running around, yelling, screaming and crying at the top of their lungs at 3 AM; as a manager there is very little I can do about it. I mean you can try to make the parent's understand that the noise travels, but in the end all you can do is ask. You can't demand.
I say, if this guy wants it completely quiet he needs to NOT live in a condo/apartment community. What does he expect? Complete silence when he is sharing most of the borders of his house? Puh-lease!
I lived in an apartment for several years and the guy who lived below me would always complain about me walking to heavy. I just ignored it, and tried to do better. I never complained when he played his trumpet at 10 p.m. I just dealt with it. Some people understand living in apartments and others don't.
You were way nicer to these people than I would have been. Tell nerdy to mind his own business.
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