Those Neighbors

I live in a basement apartment. And my upstairs neighbors are the worst.  Not joking. 
They blast their tv and music.
She wears her high heels on the hardwood floor all day long.
She thinks midnight is a great time to turn on the mixer, and blender, and every other loud, annoying kitchen appliance.

But most of all, they think 2 am is the best time to argue. And they argue A LOT (at least twice a week). Like full out screaming matches. Complete with an extreme amount of profanity and throwing of things.
And while most of the time I find it extremely annoying, I’d be lying if I said that didn’t find it slightly entertaining.  She’s the kind of girl I love to roll my eyes at. You know, the one who breaks down sobbing about 30 seconds in. And it’s the most pathetic sob. (so funny in fact that I love to do impressions of her when I’m hanging with the girls). And she only does it to try to manipulate him. And he knows it so he just spews curse words.
When they get really into it, I can hear most everything they’re saying.
And sometimes, when I can only hear muffled arguments, I wish I had a set of bionic ears so I could hear the entire thing. Because I bet it would be more entertaining than television.
Here’s to be thankful that as of right now…I haven’t had to listen to them “make up”.

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