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Originally Posted by Don Ro
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.
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On one side a guy who would spend what felt like hours on a very noisy elliptical, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh for a frikin eternity then came the calisthenics with all the grunting and groaning.
Other side, old woman with a 40+ year old son with special needs who had a bad back and would be bed ridden for days. He'd scream from his room whenever he needed something, MOM, MOM, MMMMOOOOOOOMMMMMM.
When he was not bed ridden he would play his bongos. I can handle Tito Puente and Gloria Estefan but not at 2 in the morning in the middle of the week which is the time his muse would strike.
I made the mistake of going over to talk to them about it. I became his "best friend" and he started stalking me. If he knew I was home he'd come over knocking on the door to hang out 5 times a day. I used to have to sneak in when coming home from work.