As I have stated before, I feel like the Playground Monitor asking unruly children to Play Nice with their Neighbors.
We have had many tenants who need to be reminded, repeatedly, that they pay rent for the INTERIOR walls of their apartments—that music may not INVADE their neighbors or assault us in the parking lot.
We don’t care that you used to be a professional musician that performed with whomever and whenever back in the day.
We don’t care just how great your rock/hip hop/jazz heroes are!
I like Merle Haggard, and one day I may pull out my 8-tracks and play those twangy classics just for you, EARLY in the morning as a thank you for all the very late serenades you have shared with us all!
As I pulled in the parking lot, the Music Bully on the third floor was cranking his tunes. I bolted up 3 flights, knocked on his door and demanded that he turn it down. Now!
Music Bully: “Okay, I turned it down.”
Me: “You pay rent for the interior, NOT the parking lot. This is an ongoing problem, people are complaining about you. A lot!”
Music Bully: "Well, how come they never say anything to me?"
Me: “Dude, you are a big man, you intimidate them.”
Me thinking: Yeah, I know, I'm making this up and am picking on you. That I'm being unreasonable.
Music Bully: “Well, they should tell me, you’re the only one complaining.”
He then began blasting his car radio while he walked his dog around the corner.
Yep, playground bully.
How is it, he could barely pay rent but had an X-box and killer sound systems in his car AND apartment? How could he afford the fines each time the police were called?
Yeah, the same one from the Hurricane Irene post. She and her posse had the same music problems. She and the Music Bully where neighbors. He would crank his music so that they could listen to it in her apartment.
After a brutal afternoon of dueling stereos assaulting us, I grabbed my keys, walked down to the utility room and flipped their power switches.
Yes, I pulled the plug on those two.
One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three Mississippi.
Flipped the power back on.
It was with immense satisfaction as I quietly walked back, to overhear these tenants out on the walkway asking each other if “they lost power too?”
“At the same time?!”
“Did yours come back on?!”
“What happened?!”
They were much quieter, guess they thought they blew the fuses.
Silence was golden.
Revenge was sweet.
Sadly, he is not the only music jerk, we have acquired a few more since him. . . but those stories are coming. Smile.
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