When I lived in Vegas I had the loudest upstairs neighbors. Seriously. It was like they were walking around or dancing the polka with granite shoes on, so I wrote them a note that I never delivered. Thought it was funny though, so I had to share it here with you all.
I’ve come to a conclusion that you are two trolls who love dancing polka with your granite shoes at all hours of the day.
You don’t know the meaning of quiet or respect when it comes to keeping the volume down. I guess that is what makes you the loud upstairs neighbors in my life. I want to divorce you.
I’ve been respectful and have reached out to you to ask that you keep it down. But, it’s coming to a time where I don’t know what to do anymore. I am at my wits end. I’ve called the landlord and I’ve even sunk to using the broom on the ceiling, but you still intend on being a troll with no neighbor values or politeness.
What will it take for you to stop being so loud?
I work from 9-5pm and then come home. I don’t want to hear your music pounding and shattering through the walls and my ceiling. Stop being the loud upstairs neighbor. I really dislike you when you are so loud.
Please, for the love of humanity… turn down the music blaring in the bathroom, lower your TV’s volume, and stop tromping around so loudly. I’m afraid that one of these days I will wake up to find your feet sticking through the ceiling.