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Originally Posted by oldE
Ah memories of apartment life!
We heard scratching at our door on the 3rd (top) floor one day. It was a small dog. When I opened the door and he saw me, he turned and headed for the stairwell door. I opened it for him and followed him to the second floor. When I let him into the hallway, he went to the apartment under ours. Turned our his owner would let him out and he would wait his chance to get back into the building, but he couldn't count. and would sometimes end up on the wrong floor 
There were always kids running around and one little girl in particular was never where people expected her to be. We soon got tired of hearing people calling "Aaaaaaprilllllllll!"
In another apartment, the fellow upstairs seemed to have trouble getting around without running into things in the morning. We soon came to think of him as "Stumblebum". One Christmas they gave their daughter a keyboard and we had the pleasure of hearing the girl pacticing "Silent Night" over and over and over..
Our house these days is 1/4 .mile from our nearest neighbor.
We don't hear them. 
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Les |
At my first apartment the entire apartment was up 13 steps outdoors to get to my front door. Most of the time the only other garage apartment that shared my stairs were quiet people. Then in moved the moron. He loved to work on his car after midnight and crank up the music loud enough in the apartment that he could hear it downstairs. And he had to RUN up and down the steps to get something constantly. My bed would shake like an earthquake every time he did that. The next morning I got up early to get ready to go to work. I turned the speakers toward his apartment and cranked it up to 11. I could hardly think to cook my breakfast. I needed to run up and down the steps a few times to get stuff out of my car as well. I know he was home. I think I made my point. He was a bit quieter after that.
When I had a chance to move a week later, I was out of there.