Hammering. Hammering. Hammering. Neighbors, it’s getting old. I’ve been living next to you for over 3 months, and you’re hammering is getting to me. The noise makes me cranky, sad, envious, and countless other emotions I’m not sure I can even describe.
When I first heard the noise I thought you were hammering something. Then I realized you were hammering each other: odd hours, sometimes even twice in one day! Please stop. Or at least move your bed away from the wall. My poor fan can only drown out so much noise. If I were braver I’d talk with you about it, but I’m concerned that would just make you even more amorous. Now I completely understand the adage: “Latin Lovers!”