[ SECRET POST #2646 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2646 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Free! Iwatobi Swim Club]


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03.
[Love so Life]


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[the last leg]


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[Karen Gillian/Doctor Who]


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[True Detective]


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[Yume Nikki]


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[Black Dagger Brotherhood Series]


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[Mass Effect]


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Comments

Re: Neighbours!

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know most of my neighbors, which is fine with me. I have met one, my upstairs neighbor, once in almost a year of living here. The situation proceeded thus:

The setting: Sunday, early afternoon (~12pm), my apartment.
The history: I listened to music (mostly Norah Jones & Ingrid Michaelson, which is only to point out... not exactly death metal) playing relatively softly in my room for maybe half an hour as I cleaned up. I then turned it off, about fifteen-twenty minutes before this incident.
The incident: a knock on my door. It actually took me a few minutes to realize that it was my door, since I was not expecting anyone.

Neighbor: "UMMMMMM is that you playing the music???"
Me: "... Maybe? I mean, I had music on awhile ago?"
N: "WELLLLLL it's RIGHT underneath my bedroom and like BOOMING the same chord over and over again."
Me: "Um, I'm not sure that's me, then? Maybe your upstairs neighbor, or...?"
N: "WELL WHICH ONE IS YOUR BEDROOM????" (Sidenote: pretty sure every apartment is set up the same in my building.)
Me: "The one back there?" *points*
N: "No yeah that's definitely you. Can you PLEASE keep it down????"
Me: "Um, of course... Sorry for any inconvenience?"

... I have been baffled by this incident for the longest time. 1. Why would you wait until 10 minutes after the music stopped before you came down to ask about it? 2. It's fricking noon on a Sunday. If I have to listen to you have awkward loud sex at 1am on a Friday, you can handle some Norah Jones at a reasonable hour. 3. ?????? I'm just confused by the whole thing.