I never thought I'd say this...but I wish the techno twins still lived upstairs. They have been replaced by a couple of sailors. I'm not exaggerating when I say that every sentence contains at least three curse words.
Late last night, after a long day of traveling I was greeted by the F bomb well over 15 times in a row. He was talking on the phone and yelling so loudly that it sounded like he was right next to me, yelling in my face. It was hard to tell because I could only hear one side of the conversation, but I'm 90% sure that it involved some sort of illegal activity. He was clearly upset and I was hopeful that the issue would be resolved and the episode would not be repeated. Tonight I realized that he doesn't save that word for special occasions. He likes to use it when telling his roommate about the grocery store too.
Apparently these young men missed the lesson on inside voices and the 12 inch whisper in elementary school. What would their mothers think?
Good thing I have some ear plugs.
3 comments:
Nothing like that as a welcome home, eh? Not cool. Maybe try the broom handle pounding thingy. Just give it a little tappage whenever a slur is uttered...they will get the point eventually, or you may have a hole in your roof that goes through their floor and then you can just ask politely for the vernacular to cease. Hey, it's worth a shot.
Cover their doorway with packed snow! That will show them!!
Little Mandy Lou Who,
Maybe you should try to help their hearts grow three sizes bigger by showing them some kindness. You could start with a Christmas present, such as this:
http://www.redriderleglamps.com/Store.cfm;jsessionid=84303d361a0767729b59TR?category=5&position=1&CFID=670666&CFTOKEN=11681732
I think you know where to tell them to put it.
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