Whamma-whamma-BOOM!
thudthudthud-Whamma~
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BOOM!
Thudda thudda thudda boom boom
Thudda thudda thudda boom boom
Thudda thudda thudda boom boom
Thudda thudda thudda boom boom
WHAMMO
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..Whamma-thudda-whamma-whack-clang!
It sounds like a couple of Potterian giants (say Grawp and Greep) having rhythmically challenged sex.
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-Time to pull out the big scary knives and have a nice long chat w/the drummers up there, and about that beeping noise too…
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Umm…can’t you talk to mgmt about that?
We have.
Repeatedly.
Also have talked about:
a. Shotgun blasts off the backporch
b. Fireworks in the parking lot
c. Feeding the local wildlife (read: raccoons) from their backporch, thus encouraging the little beggars to come up onto OUR porch, endagering our kitties.
*sigh*
Hopefully we’ll find something better by lease’s end.
Surely some or all of that is forbidden by the lease??
Oh, it all is. And in a couple of cases the *police* have been out. I don’t even know if its the same people who’ve been living over us or not – all this is stretched out over a year period.
We’ve called them, the office. J has been up there and been polite. J has been up there and been quietly menacing. Nothing works. Leaving is all I’m left with. Feb cannot come too soon.
But if its sounds like you have concrete shoes, have a bowling alley setup in the bedrooms, flush your toilet oh, every fifteen minutes or so, etc. etc…you are too noisy.
I’d think there must be a way out of the lease with deposit intact if you noted your reasons for leaving.
In any case, if you’ve paid your rent on time, you should be able to go to another apartment complex. At the worst, you’d lose your deposit where you are now, but you could contest that with the AAA or whatever they’re called. You need more room anyway.
This is when I would give him an appreciation in my new 5.1 sound system*.
*not mine
Or a solid piece of my mind, along with subtley veiled threats.