The people that live in the apartment above me make so much noise, scraping their chairs on the floor, day, and night.
It is driving me to madness. I have begun raising my voice, in English of course, telling them to please stop whatever they’re doing. Immediately.
For a plug nickel, I think I’d send her, Claudia, a text asking her to send me a photo of their chair legs so I could buy them chair foot covers, like I have. My chairs don’t squeal anymore since I bought the covers. Therefore my neighbor downstairs, Ivonne, the condo admin. isn’t’ bothered when I move my chair forward, or backward from the table.
There is also some horrendous metal against metal scraping such as you might expect to come from a trap door being scraped open, or closed. Something not meant to be used in that way. What could it possibly be, you ask? I’m going to find out.
Somehow.
With my deerskin hat in place, I’ll be talking to the guards in the lobby to see if they have any ideas that can help me. They, Claudia, and here evil minions, should be very glad I no longer drink. Just putting that out there. 😡
Until next time, I’ve got my noise cancelling earbuds in, TYJ, and want you to stay happy, 😆, and healthy in the Lord.
Post script: this past weekend I discovered how to call up the emoji keyboard on all of my devices, you may be happy to know. I sure am.
