Bam! Bam! Bam! Three strikes on the wall with my fist. What a way to start a Sunday, but that’s what happened. You see I have new neighbors next to me and they are very young and volatile. I don’t know if they are just too emotional or really caustic, but they get loud when they fight and (from the sounds) seem to get physical.
I spent all day Monday (Oct 14th) listening to them cuss out each other with language that would make a sailor blush and slamming the front or back door as they left. Finally I’d had enough of turning up the tv so I could hear it, and I banged three times on my living room wall. Oh the silence was wonderful, and lasted about two hours. They spent the rest of the week bickering with each other, but not being downright hateful by calling each other names. (Thank God they have no children.)
All that changed this morning when somebody slammed their back door and scared me. I was sitting in my bed, propped up with pillows, reading the Sunday paper and hit my head on my wall due to the vibrations from the slamming door. (Yes it really was slammed that hard.) Anyway the yelling started and it was louder than the fan I had circulating the air in my bedroom. They got louder and louder and more hateful to each other. I heard sounds like people being shoved into furniture (even though the fan was on high speed); so I banged on the wall and got quiet for about 15 minutes. Then it started again; so I texted the owner of the apartment complex and told him about it. Someone did come over and speak with them. Perhaps things will be quiet now.
I feel bad about resorting to complaining about them, but truly feel I saved them from a police visit. Domestic violence calls are supposed to be the most dangerous calls, and now I understand why.