Sunday, September 14, 2008

Won't you be my neighbour?

Last night I had to call to the police because my neighbours were too loud. For the past two nights, they had been partying. Loud music, loud cars, loud people. On friday night, I decided not to do anything about the noise, because it was the first time it happened. After things finally quieted down at 3:30AM, I decided that the next time it happened, I would call the police and complain. Last night it happened again. So, I called to complain. About 45 minutes after my call, the police showed up. Thankfully, after the police left, so did the partiers and the loudness. The bedroom is at the front of the house, so I was privileged to hear the conversations of the guests as they left. My two favourite conversations of the night: (Both have been edited to leave out all the swear words, otherwise the conversations would be MUCH longer!)

Conversation #1
(Sound of someone falling)
Girl: (laughing) He just did a face plant!
Guy: (laughing) Dude, get up! Dude!
Girl: He's not getting up. Do you think he is hurt?
Guy: He just did a faceplant on the sidewalk. That's gotta hurt! He's not getting up. Let's just leave him. (Still laughing)
Girl: We can't just leave him! Let's carry him.
Guy: Whatever! (Groans, and I can only assume they pick him up, sound of someone falling again)
Girl: We made him do another face plant! Let's just drag him! (sounds of talking get quieter as they move down the street!)

There was no body lying face down on my sidewalk, so I hope they took him with them.

Conversation #2
1st guy: Dude, I think I am going to puke.
2nd guy: you're drunk.
1st guy: (starts throwing up right outside my window!!)
2nd guy: Dude, that's sick. You drink too much!
1st guy: One more heave, dude and I am done (throws up again)
2nd guy: Dude let's go
1st guy: Dude, I'm too drunk to drive. I'm gonna walk.

I guess at least the guy was smart enough not to drink and drive. But it looks like drinking and puking was another matter!

Our next apartment will have a bedroom at the back of the house! Anf hopefully elderly people for neighbours!


Malinda said...

Oh my gosh! I had a similar experience when I lived in an apartment. About three weeks in a row they had parties, untill about 3:30 or 4am. The biggest problem I had was that they were drinking a ton and then getting in their cars and driving around the complex. They were telling eachother how many beers they had, had like it was a compatition. I was afraid for my car outside by theirs. Got to love apartments. Good luck with that and as the police told me call everytime they bother you because it is against the law for them to do that and so late.

SongbirdMama said...

OH my heck. I must say in all the apartments I've lived in (and there've been a few), I have never had to deal with the loud partying neighbors. Sorry you had to hear the pukefest while trying to sleep.

Michelle said...

I should probably mention that I don't live in an apartment building. We rent the first floor of a house.

And Malinda, I plan on calling the police everytime they are loud. I am an old lady now and need my sleep!

Travis and Mardi said...

If I had a dime for every conversation like that I've heard, I would be a rich, rich woman. It never gets less annoying and tiring though. Travis and I spent way too long as apartment managers and unfortunately, it was always us calling the police, since the tenants were too cowardly to do it. I admire the fact that as a tenant, you were proactive enough to do that yourself.

My "favourite" experience was the time I delivered a letter to a tenant on behalf of the management. (I didn't even know what was in the letter at the time. I was just instructed to deliver it. Thanks, guys.) Apparently, the tenant was ordered to pay for a fridge that he ruined and this enraged him, so he bolted out of his apartment and thundered up the stairs after me. He proceeded to chase me all the way to my door, which I slammed and locked in his face. He stood there and screamed vile things at me until the police arrived. The police told me it was good that I called since this man was "known" to them. Good grief.

Another good one was when we had served an eviction notice on a rather insane couple. (It was for non-payment of rent, though, not because they were insane.) Awhile later, this women was at our door, peeking through our mail slot and yelling various rude things. I had a strong urge to get my broom and make a well-aimed thrust through the slot, but my husband convinced me to just call the police..again. We got to be pretty good friends with some of the constables. Anyway, this is way too long. We can swap more stories some time.