Robert Frost once wrote, "Good fences make good neighbors," indicating that good neighbors respect boundaries.
Welp, clearly Mr. Road-Less-Traveled-By never met my next door neighbor.
...or understood that apartments don't have fences.
My neighbor likes to sing. And yell.
At all hours.
Now, I'm not one to stifle someone's song, but Lord Almighty I wish that I could.
Let's just say that this lass is not a strong contender for The Voice.
And no, I don't know her.
I could waltz over and offer some cookies while mentioning that her voice sounds like a dying feline, but I am not too sure that would go over too well.
Plus, Andrew and I watch a lot of sports and we tend to yell at our teams.
(I mean, c'mon, the Steelers had a rough season).
So she is not the only one at fault here.
But what can I do?
Judging by our love of sports we won't stop yelling.
And judging by her incessant squawking she most likely will not silence her singing.
Do you think she sings because we yell?
Is she getting back at us?
Is this some sort of weird condo karma biting me in the bum?
Yeah, I don't know, so I asked Ms. Emily Post.
Admittedly, she wasn't a huge help:
Well, I don't think we will be going to public officials.
I doubt I'd even write a note.
The whole calmness thing is good advice, though, because when I hear her voice before 8 am on the weekend I am anything but tranquil. Good to keep in mind should we ever have an encounter.
Maybe I will try to strike up a conversation if I ever see her in the hall.
If it's after a game I can laughingly apologize for yelling at our teams.
Then she can say, "Oh no problem. I sing all of the time to get back at you. You cheer on your teams at an acceptable volume and I'll sing softer. Truce?"
Georgetown isn't ranked and I doubt they'll dance in March Madness.
It's gonna get loud.
What would you do?