So it’s not like our neighbors upstairs have ridiculously loud sex (or any sex at that), party hard (or party at all), or perform animal sacrifices that Kate and I know of but they still know how to ante up the irritation factor.
Every morning and every night, the shower runs for at least an hour. I swear, they better have a pet whale and invite me upstairs to pet it because I love orcas. The dude who lives up stairs is a mad stomper, stomping loud enough to wake me up from a deep slumber. And just when I thought only washing 5 pairs of socks is ridiculously wasteful, somehow the neighbor knows how to take it up a notch and wash nothing but a single towel and leave it stinky and wet in the washer.
If it doesn’t cool down, I hope the chick who takes hour long showers develops eczema. I hope the dude develops shin splints. The other chick, she’s quiet and French. She’s cool.
Get a clue, knuckleheads.