Back in 2006, into mid-2007 we lived in our first apartment together. It was my first experience living in the city, and in that close of quarter to anyone, and let me tell you – our neighbors were freakin’ insane. I will never live in that close of quarters with people every again. Horrible, terrible, crappy experience. Let me share…
The Cry-Baby– The lady below us was a miserable single mother who complained about everything. If she saw more than us at our home she would call the police and say we had a party. She would say there was stomping going on when it was regular walking (when your husband is over 6″ and so are all of his friends they tend to not be quiet walkers!). But then we could hear her baby screaming in the middle of the night or her yelling at her kids and that was OK? We never complained about her – but the cops got bored coming to our house to see that there was no type of party going on, one even asked to stay for dinner (kidding of course) because that’s simply what we were doing – having 2 friends over for dinner! One time, we turned on the music on the computer and it was somehow turned up extremely loud, and by the time we rushed to the computer (in that 30 seconds!), she had called the cops saying there was a party going on and the cops were there. 30 seconds of music = Cops.
Mona– The lady across the hall was a freakin’ Loon! That’s a nice way of putting it.
The first time we met her she told us about how she just got back from visiting Arizona (?) because her sister died, and she was having a hard time with it – then told us she died 8 months ago…. We thought it was a little odd, but everyone copes different.
A couple weeks after we moved in she was screaming and yelling, throwing EVERYTHING out of her apartment and into our hallway at about midnight…of course I had to watch the ruckus through the peep hole… she was nuts. Finally after watching her do this and run up and down the hallway stairs screaming into the night, we called the cops. The cops finally came, knocked on the door – she told them they couldn’t come in and that they didn’t have a warrant…then proceeded to change personalities evidentally and let them in, only for us to hear 5 minutes later that they shouldn’t be in apartment because they didn’t have a warrant. She was nuts.
Then! A few months down the road she called the cops and told them that she had gone grocery shopping, her feet her and laid down for a bit (with her door front open!), and someone came in and stole her groceries. A couple of days later on the community mailboxes we found these notes that on the west facing side that read things like “Who ever had the gall to steal myself will go to hell” etc. etc. and the east side side of the boxes said “Nails $10, Perm $30” etc. etc. Odd right? Well, to make it more weird…she wrote her apartment number on all of the notes. Yep. Not good advertising people. Not good advertising – haha.
Then when I ran into her a few weeks after that – she told me that she wanted to give me a heads up that someone robbed her, told me her whole story -then told me if I saw anyone wearing a orange t-shirt with a gold woman on it – that was the person who stole her stuff, because that was something they stole out of her Wal-Mart bag.
I know, obviously things weren’t all there for her. We knew that entirely, but still. Not a good experience, and She did have a cat named Hope that was grey, and cross-eyed, we always felt bad for that poor cat.
The Elephant Girls – The gals above us .. two college gals that walked like elephants. My heavens – they looked normal sized but my golly there were times I thought they were coming through the floor. There were a few times we had to knock on the ceiling, and once when my husband asked them to quiet down while having a party.