Living downstairs from Frankenstein

I used to live downstairs from a girl who came home after 1am every night. She would come stomping in with her high heel boots (which were kinda sexy) and then proceed to move her furniture around the apartment. Atleast it sounded like she was moving her furniture. It was the worst year of my life.

As someone who lives on the top floor (and thus has no upstairs neighbors) I've often wondered how loud I sound walking around. I do have rugs down on most of my floors and I rarely wear shoes in my house. I'm so paranoid that I find my self "tip-toeing" around... maybe I'm being too considerate. But I'd be really annoyed if someone was clomping around all the time.

Just go up there and tell him/her/them to knock it off - uh, but be more polite.

Anybody here wear shoes in their place all the time? Perhaps I'm missing something, but why? I take mine off out of consideration for the folks downstairs, but even if they weren't there I would prefer not to track all the crap I've walked in throughout the day all over my residence. And then there's the comfort thing.

Boygabriel wrote: [quote=Drano]Anybody here wear shoes in their place all the time? Perhaps I'm missing something, but why?

My feet get cold. So I either wear shoes or slippers. Also if I have guests over sometimes I don't like to walk around in socks. But other than that, I agree with you.

Oh, I hear you. Everyone needs their shoes on inside from time to time, and it's to be expected. I'm talking about the people that come home and settle in for the evening and keep their shoes on until they hop in bed. We had this guy that used to live upstairs. Early riser. He'd throw his shoes on and walk around for a half hour at 5:30 before he left. So I pay him a little visit after a few days of this. His logic: "I put my shoes on when I put my clothes on." And that's all he could say - whatever I said, that was his answer. Maybe his mommy used to make him wear a dress to school if he got caught without his shoes on in the house, I don't know. Anyhow, I was able to impress upon him that his reason was not good enough for disturbing my daughter's sleep, but still - he did seem genuinely puzzled that I would object to his clumping.

seriously?

because i never wear shoes at home, and i loathe slippers. hate them. i wear big socks when it's too cold to go barefoot, which is really the way i would like it to be all the time.

BTW, I've never encountered someone who actually "loathes" or "hates" slippers. :shock: Seems like such a mundane thing to have such strong feeling about, like "loathing" spoons or something. Did you have a traumatic experience with slippers as a child? :-s

escap wrote: Depending on your apt and your socks, some problems people may have with going sans-slippers is that a) your feet or socks may get dirty; b) you may tear your socks on a nail; c) you can more easily stub your toe on something hard like a table leg; d) you might get cold, and so on. For the truly hardcore (read: Japanese), you may even want an extra pair just for the bathroom, so as not to track whatever germs might be around the toilet into the rest of your house. But I don't go that far.

well they make me feel restricted, like i'm actually wearing shoes in the house.

and that other part, about the nail? that adds into it. my father, mr. paranoia, would always get angry when we walked around without slippers because we could geta splinter! stub our toes! step on a nail!

i have walked around barefoot or socks my whole life. in 40 years i have never gotten a splinter, stubbed a toe or stepped on a nail. once i stepped on a pin. good odds

brooklynpotter wrote: [quote=escap]Depending on your apt and your socks, some problems people may have with going sans-slippers is that a) your feet or socks may get dirty; b) you may tear your socks on a nail; c) you can more easily stub your toe on something hard like a table leg; d) you might get cold, and so on. For the truly hardcore (read: Japanese), you may even want an extra pair just for the bathroom, so as not to track whatever germs might be around the toilet into the rest of your house. But I don't go that far.

well they make me feel restricted, like i'm actually wearing shoes in the house.

and that other part, about the nail? that adds into it. my father, mr. paranoia, would always get angry when we walked around without slippers because we could geta splinter! stub our toes! step on a nail!

i have walked around barefoot or socks my whole life. in 40 years i have never gotten a splinter, stubbed a toe or stepped on a nail. once i stepped on a pin. good odds

Wow, you must be nimble of foot and/or have great floors. Just the other day I tore a brand new sock on a nail and was pissed. And my feet get cold easily so I need something on them. But, to each his/her own!

Jack Krohn wrote: The title of this thread is the funniest I've seen. It sounds like the title of a song, movie, or novel.

it's definitely an indie rock song

Jack Krohn wrote: The title of this thread is the funniest I've seen. It sounds like the title of a song, movie, or novel.

Great avatar. Oddly enough, I was discussing Motel Hell with someone just a week ago.

laura, if you were my upstair's neighbor i'd cook you dinner every night.

i called 311 three hours ago about the TV upstairs. they have not cme. they told me to call back in 8 hours if they hadn't come, and more so told me that they had no control if the police came at 3 am.

I moved into my 2nd-floor apt in June. Above the super. I know, bad mistake.

In Dec., she stormed out into the lobby when she heard me close the front door as I was leaving and SCREAMED at me (mind you, while not looking me in the eyes and standing 10 feet away, so at first I wasn't sure she was yelling at me) that the POUNDING just HAS to STOP!

I looked at her like she was insane (I think. I was thinking that she was insane) but was polite and apologetic -- without backing down.

I told her that, as she had never asked us to keep it down and had, in fact, said that everything was fine twice in the first months after I moved in when I asked her if I was being too loud, I had no way of knowing that we were being loud.

I have rugs in about 80% of the apt and after her explosion bought runners for the hallways.

She is still rude to us and ignores us, but I am just waiting for her to flip out again so I can say those two words I've been preparing myself to say: "Too bad."

I can try my best to keep it down, but a certain amount of noise will be created in an old building.

spinningpinwheel wrote: Oooh I had a run-in with an upstairs neighbor once. After two years of living below her, and never once having an actual conversation with her, I was greeted one night by some POUNDING on my door. When I opened it up, she unleashed a tirade of lunacy about how inconsiderate I was to be so loud all of the time (I was one of three who lived in the apt), and how SOME people have to WORK (I had a 9-5). She threw in some underhanded remarks regarding my age and therefore immaturity. I was so shocked and insulted that I didn't know what to do, though in retrospect I should have simply closed the door in her face.

What pissed me off the most is that I consider myself to be a pretty considerate gal, and if she had mentioned this to me nicely at ANY point over the previous two years I would have been embarrassed and more mindful of my volume. How was I supposed to know how well she could hear me?

Moral: If you have a problem with your neighbors, talk to them about it before it really pisses you off. More than likely they have no idea. If they're jerks about it, well, fuck 'em.

Also - she's was clomper and constant furniture mover. Big time. Oh the hypocrisy.

OMG, this happened in one of my old apartments, in jersey.

i'd been there at least 5 years and i live about this mentally ill shut-in obese woman who chain smoked all day long and apparently had an apartment like the collyer brothers. i'd seem her less than ten times, if that, in the time i lived there.

so, i was on crutches because i'd busted my foot, so i was barely walking around. and i went to the kitchen to get snacks (note to anyone ever on crutches: wear a fishing vest so you can carry things like snacks back to where you want to eat them.) so, then i heard my buzzer and someone was leaning on it, so i crutched over to the door and opened it and there she was. and she started screaming like a mad-woman, telling me should couldn't handle my noise anymore, that i moved furniture all night long, dropped things, etc.

i apologized and told her that she should have come to me sooner. i was hoping to pacify her. and i explained, obviously, that i was on crutches. she told me that i could shove my crutches up my ass. i called the police and said i felt harassed, they came, nothing changed.

well, PS: i was out there visiting my mom last year and i went to the CVS and there was the crazy shut-in lady behind the counter. thin! smiling! laughing! it was almost terrifying. she'd obviously had some kind of drug intervention... when i went to check out i ended up at her register. feeling snarky, i asked "do i look familiar to you?" she said, genuinely "maybe." so i said, "i'm the woman who used to live above you. you know, you told me to shove the crutches up my ass."

"you look different, you've done something different. i vaguely remember you" she said. i said, "that's funny, because i was the person you told to shove her crutches up her ass." and i said it REALLY loudly.

I already miss the drunk posts.

Drano wrote: I already miss the drunk posts.

i'm hung over, if it helps