When I moved into my apartment last August I loved being on the first floor; that is, until I realized that the person living above me either weighed 984 pounds, or walked with such an intensive purpose it was very likely he or she would come crashing through my living room at any minute.
Not only that, but it seemed as though this person was a nocturnal being because these footsteps seemed to commence their effusive stampeding around 11 pm and continue quite steadily until the early morning hours.
So, you can imagine my surprise one morning when a 5 foot, 2 inch, approximately 110 pound girl walked out of the apartment upstairs and energetically bounded to her car. I was a bit amused that this girl could make as much noise as she does upstairs, but I also was kind of annoyed that I felt like she had to be intentionally stomping to even come close to what I was hearing downstairs.
I did subsequently discover that her boyfriend lives upstairs, and undoubtedly, he is the noise culprit. But now, the footsteps have become the least of my problems...
This past Wednesday night Stompy and Stompette commenced to get ready for what I imagine was supposed to be a pleasant evening out together. I arrived home around 7 pm and I could hear the shower running upstairs and the sound of heels on the hardwood floor. But, about an hour later, the heels became more intense in their application to the floor, and Stompy was walking like Godzilla. As I heard their door open and close, the hallway became filled with, "YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW, KAT?!?!", with a curt reply, "oh! we're doing this!" The yelling continued all the way out to their car. I stayed in on Wednesday night, so about 3 hours later, I heard the happy couple return. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU. REALLY?" "Shut up! Like you know any better!" They commenced the yelling inside (and the stomping) until I went to bed around midnight.
I haven't heard much of them since Wednesday night, until last night. My mom was in town staying with me, and fortunately she had a few more glasses of wine than normal at dinner, because about 30 minutes after we went to bed, the noise began upstairs. Only this time, I can only imagine they were "making up" from their spat on Wed. night.
I could hear my mom somewhat snoring so I knew she was asleep, and I willed her strongly to stay that way until my lovely neighbors finished their business. Fortunately, that was the case, but Stompy and Stompette potentially entertained a bigger crowd than they expected.
While I find them amusing at certain times, I think it's time the Godzilla family find a new home...
