I owned the lower floor unit in a condo complex for a few years.
The wife of the couple upstairs was an ex model and loved to wear high heels as she made breakfast for her hubby in their hardwood floor kitchen at 5 AM.
Click, click, tap, tap, for what seemed like an hour or so.
Then when he left to go to work, he'd stop his car right in front of my bedroom window and holler up to their first born as she held the baby on their patio deck.
"GOOD-BYE, KEVIN. GOOD-BYE KEVIN."...at 6 AM every work day.
I wanted to kill them both.
