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Woken up last night about half past midnight by....
...the next door neighbors (young couple, international, very probably students at the school I work at) banging several nails into the wall - the one my bed is up against.
By the time I wake fully up, the tapping has stopped, so I grumpily re-settle myself under my comforter, thinking, I should probably have said something, but as long as that's all....
Just dozing off a few minutes later, and the nailing starts up again.
Right; up, brief but futile attempt to neaten my bed-head hair, full-length bathrobe on, grim expression, plod down the hallway to their door, knock-knockety-knock.
Takes them a minute or two to realize I'm knocking; after all, they're tapping nails into the wall. But I hear some voices, then someone walking over to the door. The peep hole is bright with light; then it darkens. I adopt a sardonic "I bet you know why I'm here...' smirk and give a little wave. The door opens up to display the husband.
"Hi, I'm your next door neighbor...I have to get up early tomorrow...you woke me up..."
"I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry..." he says, hand on heart to indicate the sincerity of his words. As he withdraws from the doorway, I turn away to stalk grumpily back to my own door, wondering if I ought to have elucidated the "No loud noises after 10 pm" rule of apartment living, but decide that simple common sense ought to have told them they shouldn't be setting nails in the middle of the night.
At least they stopped nailing for the night.
I was woken up again a couple of hours later by my cat upchucking, but that's a whole different matter....
...the next door neighbors (young couple, international, very probably students at the school I work at) banging several nails into the wall - the one my bed is up against.
By the time I wake fully up, the tapping has stopped, so I grumpily re-settle myself under my comforter, thinking, I should probably have said something, but as long as that's all....
Just dozing off a few minutes later, and the nailing starts up again.
Right; up, brief but futile attempt to neaten my bed-head hair, full-length bathrobe on, grim expression, plod down the hallway to their door, knock-knockety-knock.
Takes them a minute or two to realize I'm knocking; after all, they're tapping nails into the wall. But I hear some voices, then someone walking over to the door. The peep hole is bright with light; then it darkens. I adopt a sardonic "I bet you know why I'm here...' smirk and give a little wave. The door opens up to display the husband.
"Hi, I'm your next door neighbor...I have to get up early tomorrow...you woke me up..."
"I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry..." he says, hand on heart to indicate the sincerity of his words. As he withdraws from the doorway, I turn away to stalk grumpily back to my own door, wondering if I ought to have elucidated the "No loud noises after 10 pm" rule of apartment living, but decide that simple common sense ought to have told them they shouldn't be setting nails in the middle of the night.
At least they stopped nailing for the night.
I was woken up again a couple of hours later by my cat upchucking, but that's a whole different matter....