I think we are at the point where it is fair to say we have a hate-hate relationship with the people living in the apartment downstairs.
Yesterday, Halloween, was the crowning glory of exchanges we have had with the trolls from down below.
*Sigh*
So exhausting.
I'll back up. We signed our lease at the same time the people below did. Let's refer them to Mr. Troll (the dad) and Miss. Troll (the 20 year old daughter). I mentioned (asked) at least three times before signing the lease if the landlord, his wife or the estate agent involved anticipated there could be any noise issues seeing as we have two young children. The answer each time? Nope. It will be juuuust fine. Okay - I raised it. I did my due diligence. Right?
Well The Troll Family moved into the basement apartment in April. We were not taking over our lease until mid May (but not moving in until mid-June). Prior to moving in I received a call from the Landlord giving me "full disclosure" that Mr. Troll had been caught red handed smoking in the apartment. He was told that was inexcusable and that he could only smoke outside. Fine.
We moved in and at first it was okay. We were very careful about ensuring the boys were not being overy noisy or making excessive noise. Fine. Well, then we started noticing the apartment was smelling like smoke. A lot. Complained to landlord who warned Mr. Troll again. Got better for a bit then smoke smell returned. When I complained again, Landlord notified us that Mr. Troll was unhappy with the noise levels coming from us. I agreed we would continue to work on "being quiet" although we do have two young children.....
Well fast forward to Thanksgiving weekend. We had been dealing with a new exciting side effect: Pounding on the ceiling. Apparently when we are "too loud" the adult thing to do is wail on the ceiling (our floor)! Who knew?!? We tolerated it a few times but then it started happening All.The.Time. Even while we were seated at the table eating dinner. No running, playing or yelling involved. Grrrrrr! I lost it and called the Landlord....AGAIN. Said enough was enough and if eating dinner at 6 pm is a problem what the %$#* were we supposed to be doing? Landlord called The Trolls and told them pounding is not the way to deal with it, and to come talk to us directly. Finally, he came over and there was a not so great exchange which resulted in him "threatening" to break lease and leave. Ummmm.....is that a real threat? Promise Jackass?
The pounding had since subsided. Until yesterday. I got in early from work with the kids (at 5pm) to get them ready to go out for a fun night of Trick or Treating. We weren't even home 10 solid minutes when he was wailing on the ceiling. Our table was bouncing from the vibrations. Let's just say I lost it. I pounded right back and promptly called the Landlord. Gave him an earful to say the least and let him know that if this was not rectified we would be leaving. Super Husband walked in during the exchange and said he would go talk to them.
This is where it gets interesting.
Now, Super Husband is not a real confrontational type of guy. In fact, he is the nicest, most down to earth person you will ever meet. Normally. He is definitely better qualified to deal with The Trolls than I am. Because I would surely go ballistic all over their faces.
So Super husband goes over and knocks on the door. Nothing. he knocks again, louder. Nothing. Then he can hear an exchange inside. Arguing about who should answer the door. He pounds on the door a third time, his blood pressure climbing every second.....
Finally, the door opens and Mr. Troll stands there, arms crossed, still in pajamas (I've only seen him out of pajamas once - at the lease signing, but I digress).
Super Husband: What is the issue?
Mr. Troll: The fucking pounding that's been going on all day
Super Husband: Is that right? We left the house at 7:45am and came home at 5:00pm. How is that possible? And why are you pounding on the floor?
Mr. Troll: Because you've been making noise all day. Make your kids wear slippers.
[Really.....the guy cannot be reasoned with. He's a complete idiot]
Super Husband: Actually, they DO wear slippers.
Mr. Troll: You're a fucking Goof.
[Ummm...yes....that's what this grown man said]
Miss Troll: Just fucking go away.
Yes, really. This is what we are dealing with. They are all class.
DH stormed back in and was so angry he was about to have his head explode.
Two minutes later, guess who's at our door? Miss Troll! How nice! All sweetness and sunshine asking how we can sort this out and saying how sorry she is that her dad is a "hot head". Are you kidding me? Freak more like. It was all I could do to not tell her to stick it where the sun don't shine.
In the end I told her to ensure there was no more smoking and called the Landlord back to let him know what happened. Advised him that if this doesn't get better NOW that one of us has to go.
And that's where it was left.
We had to then put on happy faces for the boys and go trick or treating. They had lots of fun, but I doubt we will ever fondly look back on Halloween 2011.
FML.
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