So anyway, about 2 1/2 years ago a young couple moved into the apartment unit above ours. They have a little kid who is more than a little rambunctious. In fact, for the last 2 1/2 years we have been treated to a near daily cacophony of running, jumping, stomping and banging on the floor for hours on end. I've made it pretty clear in no uncertain terms that it needs to stop. It hasn't. We called the cops, they said to call the by-law office. We called them and they told us "you can't tell people how to raise their kids". Well bullshit because there's an entire govt agency dedicated to that very f*cking thing. After another week of it I called the cops again to put in a harassment complaint. When I gave them the details they said, "We can't tell people how to raise their kids". I mean seriously man, it's like living under a wrestling school with a herd of bison stampeding through it for hours on end.
Since then we got a new property manager. I complained to him about the noise and got the same response. The former Board of Directors just ignored the complaint altogether. He then went on to say that city by-laws permit noise for any reason apparently, between 8AM and 11PM. That's when the light bulb clicked on, You see, this new property manager moved in next door to us. So I informed him that the moment that little shit upstairs starts his racket and goes for more than 30 seconds, I'll be playing a closet door bongo solo and it won't just be for a few seconds, I'll pound away on the f*cker until I get tired. Why that's effective is the closet door in mention is RIGHT beside the wall between our units so he'll get to hear it too.
The thing is, I'm not really doing it to be an asshole. I'm doing it to send a message upstairs that I can out-noise their little bastard any day of week and also to give the new property manager an idea of what the f*ck we've been putting up with for 2 1/2 years.
What's really sad is there's a huge courtyard where the kids play all the time. The only time I've seen the kid upstairs outside is going to or from a vehicle. What's even sadder is his parent can't be bothered taking him outside because they spend far too much time with their faces in a bottle. And based on the other smells that come from up there, they're also smoking something that ain't weed, or else manufacturing it. It's hard to describe the smell. It's like an odour of stale root beer with a chemical "tang" to it that you can almost taste in the back of your mouth.
Since then we got a new property manager. I complained to him about the noise and got the same response. The former Board of Directors just ignored the complaint altogether. He then went on to say that city by-laws permit noise for any reason apparently, between 8AM and 11PM. That's when the light bulb clicked on, You see, this new property manager moved in next door to us. So I informed him that the moment that little shit upstairs starts his racket and goes for more than 30 seconds, I'll be playing a closet door bongo solo and it won't just be for a few seconds, I'll pound away on the f*cker until I get tired. Why that's effective is the closet door in mention is RIGHT beside the wall between our units so he'll get to hear it too.
The thing is, I'm not really doing it to be an asshole. I'm doing it to send a message upstairs that I can out-noise their little bastard any day of week and also to give the new property manager an idea of what the f*ck we've been putting up with for 2 1/2 years.
What's really sad is there's a huge courtyard where the kids play all the time. The only time I've seen the kid upstairs outside is going to or from a vehicle. What's even sadder is his parent can't be bothered taking him outside because they spend far too much time with their faces in a bottle. And based on the other smells that come from up there, they're also smoking something that ain't weed, or else manufacturing it. It's hard to describe the smell. It's like an odour of stale root beer with a chemical "tang" to it that you can almost taste in the back of your mouth.
