Mandee's post in Random Thoughts got me to thinking about some of the first floor apartments in which I have dwelled; and the annoying to downright disgusting or frightening noises I sometimes heard above me. 
Thought I'd share some of those experiences here.
As much as I bitch about living with my folks, it is light years better than living in an apartment because no one lives on top of me.
When I lived in South Jersey the people above me had sex every Tuesday night between 10 and 11PM. I know because I would be in bed watching Law & Order when that rhythmic thumping of headboard against wall would start. It really pissed me off too, because I didn't have a bf and wasn't having any sex. :irked:
Then there was the house I shared in Monmouth County. I had the master bedroom on the 1st floor, the landlady had the 2nd floor master bedroom. Let's just say she made Ethel Merman look svelte and moved with all the grace of a Sherman Tank. But what really got me was how, every so often I would here her squeal, then a thud as if she had dropped a large hard cover book on her hardwood floors. I finally asked her about it and it turned out the thud was her taking one of the live mice by the tail and thwacking it's head on the floor before she fed it to her 6' pet ball python. :yuck: She had 3 snakes and this one preferred it's prey still warm. She would stun the mouse so that it wouldn't fight back and hurt her snake. One preferred cold, dead mice which she ordered through the mail. While the 3rd snake preferred it's mice dead, but drained of blood. I have no idea if those are available at Petco or are strictly a mail order item. I called that her vampire snake but I think it was actually a King Snake. :biggrin1:
Then I moved to Mercer County, into a lovely 1st floor apartment with parquet floors. Unfortunately the people on the 2nd floor also had the same lovely hardwood floors. Every night, for about the first 3 months I was there, they sounded like they were practicing clogging at 2 am. :angryfire2: Other times I would hear what sounded like a great dane walking, running and skidding across the floor. But the most annoying sound was what sounded like an office chair rolling all over the frigging apartment. Now, I will admit to moments of laziness; but I am capable of walking to the kitchen from the living room. It sounded as if his lazy ass just rolled from living room, to kitchen, to bedroom, and back to the living room. All day long! :aargh4:
Thought I'd share some of those experiences here.
As much as I bitch about living with my folks, it is light years better than living in an apartment because no one lives on top of me.
When I lived in South Jersey the people above me had sex every Tuesday night between 10 and 11PM. I know because I would be in bed watching Law & Order when that rhythmic thumping of headboard against wall would start. It really pissed me off too, because I didn't have a bf and wasn't having any sex. :irked:
Then there was the house I shared in Monmouth County. I had the master bedroom on the 1st floor, the landlady had the 2nd floor master bedroom. Let's just say she made Ethel Merman look svelte and moved with all the grace of a Sherman Tank.
But what really got me was how, every so often I would here her squeal, then a thud as if she had dropped a large hard cover book on her hardwood floors. I finally asked her about it and it turned out the thud was her taking one of the live mice by the tail and thwacking it's head on the floor before she fed it to her 6' pet ball python. :yuck: She had 3 snakes and this one preferred it's prey still warm. She would stun the mouse so that it wouldn't fight back and hurt her snake. One preferred cold, dead mice which she ordered through the mail. While the 3rd snake preferred it's mice dead, but drained of blood. I have no idea if those are available at Petco or are strictly a mail order item. I called that her vampire snake but I think it was actually a King Snake. :biggrin1:Then I moved to Mercer County, into a lovely 1st floor apartment with parquet floors. Unfortunately the people on the 2nd floor also had the same lovely hardwood floors. Every night, for about the first 3 months I was there, they sounded like they were practicing clogging at 2 am. :angryfire2: Other times I would hear what sounded like a great dane walking, running and skidding across the floor. But the most annoying sound was what sounded like an office chair rolling all over the frigging apartment. Now, I will admit to moments of laziness; but I am capable of walking to the kitchen from the living room. It sounded as if his lazy ass just rolled from living room, to kitchen, to bedroom, and back to the living room.
All day long! :aargh4:
