Thursday
Oct192006
Across the hall
Thursday, October 19, 2006 at 07:21AM
Just like there's a taboo against writing about work online, I'm sure there's some kind of rules regarding your neighbors as blog topics. But I'm willing to take a chance on this one. I'm going to bet that the lady across the hall won't stumble upon this site, and if she does, hopefully it's after we've moved out.
To Brad and I, she's come to be known as TV Lady. When she watches TV, she turns the volume up loud enough for the people across the street to easily listen in. Sometimes I swear she puts the television right behind her front door so Brad and I will know what she's watching. I've considered making popcorn and setting up chairs in the hall to listen to TV Lady's favorite programs with her.
Mostly it was just funny, TV Lady and her far-too-loud TV. But then she got bitchy.
When I was in Phoenix recently, Brad called to tell me that TV Lady had stopped him in the hall to not very kindly ask him to "refrain from slamming the outside door." Apparently her hearing isn't as bad as the loud television would suggest because the closing of the building's entrance door is too much for her.
We don't slam the door. The door is heavy and gravity (or whatever) causes heavy doors to make noise sometimes. However, since the reprimand, we've been more careful and try not to make more than a peep whenever we go in or out. Not enough apparently.
The other day we left the apartment at about 8:30pm. I'm not sure how loud the door was when it closed behind us, but it certainly wasn't slammed. However, as we were backing out of our carport, we saw TV Lady walk out of the building. She had her arms irritably crossed and her face set firmly in a distraught grimace. She glared at our car, double-checking which carport we left from, ensuring that yes, it is those rotten kids from across the hall who live in sin and slam doors all day long!
She actually took the time to grab her keys, put on her shoes, and walk outside to see who the scoundrels were. The wretched, inconsiderate people who would dare slam the door when she's trying to listen to her TV shows at ear-bleeding volumes!
Oh and it's not just us. The woman who lives above her asked Brad if "that lady" yells at us too. Apparently TV Lady not only has a problem with the sound of closing doors, but she also doesn't like how loudly the petite woman upstairs pads around her apartment.
Everyone just keep it down okay! TV Lady is trying to watch the local news and she can't hear a damn thing!*
*Oh man, I hope she's not deaf or something. How horrible would that make me?
To Brad and I, she's come to be known as TV Lady. When she watches TV, she turns the volume up loud enough for the people across the street to easily listen in. Sometimes I swear she puts the television right behind her front door so Brad and I will know what she's watching. I've considered making popcorn and setting up chairs in the hall to listen to TV Lady's favorite programs with her.
Mostly it was just funny, TV Lady and her far-too-loud TV. But then she got bitchy.
When I was in Phoenix recently, Brad called to tell me that TV Lady had stopped him in the hall to not very kindly ask him to "refrain from slamming the outside door." Apparently her hearing isn't as bad as the loud television would suggest because the closing of the building's entrance door is too much for her.
We don't slam the door. The door is heavy and gravity (or whatever) causes heavy doors to make noise sometimes. However, since the reprimand, we've been more careful and try not to make more than a peep whenever we go in or out. Not enough apparently.
The other day we left the apartment at about 8:30pm. I'm not sure how loud the door was when it closed behind us, but it certainly wasn't slammed. However, as we were backing out of our carport, we saw TV Lady walk out of the building. She had her arms irritably crossed and her face set firmly in a distraught grimace. She glared at our car, double-checking which carport we left from, ensuring that yes, it is those rotten kids from across the hall who live in sin and slam doors all day long!
She actually took the time to grab her keys, put on her shoes, and walk outside to see who the scoundrels were. The wretched, inconsiderate people who would dare slam the door when she's trying to listen to her TV shows at ear-bleeding volumes!
Oh and it's not just us. The woman who lives above her asked Brad if "that lady" yells at us too. Apparently TV Lady not only has a problem with the sound of closing doors, but she also doesn't like how loudly the petite woman upstairs pads around her apartment.
Everyone just keep it down okay! TV Lady is trying to watch the local news and she can't hear a damn thing!*
*Oh man, I hope she's not deaf or something. How horrible would that make me?
in Brad, So Annoyed
Brad, So Annoyed
Reader Comments (3)
Hmm, I don't think she's deaf. Just spanish or something (because of her accent).
But yeah, she's starting to get annoying.
If I were you I would just kill her. Just from what I read, I now hate her. I know first hand that aparment living can be really crappy like that.
Well we thought living at what is practically a retirement home would reduce some of the obnoxiousness. Apparently we picked the wrong neighbor though.
Last night she was in the hall YELLING at the lady above her. In Spanish! I watched her march back into her apartment after the tirade and Brad saw her storm out (and slam the door!) a few minutes later. Oh the continuous adventures of TV Lady.