So I'm home from a very lacklust series of classes - I'll elaborate on that tomorrow as I'm too annoyed to do so tonight - and, not five minutes after I walk in the house does my downstairs neighbor - the one with the TV of Loudness +5 - decide to bang on her ceiling with something.
Loudly.
Whatever, I think, and continue talking to Val and doing my dishes.
Shortly after I hang up with Val - maybe 20 minutes after I've been home - there's a knock on my door.
It's a nice police officer. She asks how my night is and what I'm up to. I raise my sopping hands and say "doing dishes." She asks is anyone's over. My cat runs out the door. I grab the cat and say, "Just me and the cat." She asks if she can have a look around and I say sure.
She checks my closet - the one with all the Maurihara postcards - and she checks my shower. She looks at my pile of sopping wet dishes. She explains that someone had a noise complaint.
"Oh," I say, "the gal in 223? Yeah. The floor has no insulation. I hear her TV and she hears my dishes. It's just the way the old building is." I shrug and the police officer smiles. She leaves to go report to lady in 223 and I continue with my dishes. No doubt, police lady went back down and said, "She's doing dishes."
So this means I need to speak with the manager on Saturday - the only day I'm here and the management office is open - because this is harassment. I don't call the police on her crappy classic rock, but she seems to think doing dishes is a violation of her sound rights.
Does she have any idea how stupid it is to piss me off? Does she understand the utter bitch I can be when I'm inconvenienced over stupid ass crap like this?
My retribution will be mighty.