At the end of my rope- Upstairs Neighbor from hell

[Dee*Jay]

We once lived on the second floor of a vintage three flat (translation: no insulation or other sound proofing between floors) and there was a pair of married radio DJs who lived above us. I used to work from home quite a bit and I would periodically her them arguing but I tried to not pay any attentin to it. One day I heard the lady upstairs rasing her voice to a whole new level. I kept moving from room to room to get away from the noise and then I realized it was coming through the vents and there was no getting away from it. At first there were key words coming through, but then entire sentences made it down to me as she got louder and louder. I got the gist that her husband for some reason had to carry a stripper up the stairs and into her apartment because she (the stripper) twisted her ankle, and then somehow thought a hot bath would help her "condition" so he undressed her and put her into the tub... At that point I ran screaming from my own house and took refuge in Starbucks for several hours until I felt the coast would be clear. When the HH came home I said DO NOT spend any more time with B and S upstairs because they are, as far as I can tell, about to get a divoce any second now and I don't want to have to pick sides or be in the middle of it at all.

A couple of days later the HH is down getting the mail and he runs into S. They get into a conversation where S says that he's been doing this radio show where he makes up outrageous situations for himself and then calls B on the air and she screams at him. So this was all a part of their show and here I am thinking we're living under The Great Impending Divorce From Hell.

To this day they are happily married and have a lovely little boy. We did, however, move out shortly after that...

 

[ladypirate]

Date: 4/5/2008 11:12:37 PM
Author: Dee*Jay
We once lived on the second floor of a vintage three flat (translation: no insulation or other sound proofing between floors) and there was a pair of married radio DJs who lived above us. I used to work from home quite a bit and I would periodically her them arguing but I tried to not pay any attentin to it. One day I heard the lady upstairs rasing her voice to a whole new level. I kept moving from room to room to get away from the noise and then I realized it was coming through the vents and there was no getting away from it. At first there were key words coming through, but then entire sentences made it down to me as she got louder and louder. I got the gist that her husband for some reason had to carry a stripper up the stairs and into her apartment because she (the stripper) twisted her ankle, and then somehow thought a hot bath would help her ''condition'' so he undressed her and put her into the tub... At that point I ran screaming from my own house and took refuge in Starbucks for several hours until I felt the coast would be clear. When the HH came home I said DO NOT spend any more time with B and S upstairs because they are, as far as I can tell, about to get a divoce any second now and I don''t want to have to pick sides or be in the middle of it at all.


A couple of days later the HH is down getting the mail and he runs into S. They get into a conversation where S says that he''s been doing this radio show where he makes up outrageous situations for himself and then calls B on the air and she screams at him. So this was all a part of their show and here I am thinking we''re living under The Great Impending Divorce From Hell.

To this day they are happily married and have a lovely little boy. We did, however, move out shortly after that...

Date: 4/5/2008 11:12:37 PM
Author: Dee*Jay
We once lived on the second floor of a vintage three flat (translation: no insulation or other sound proofing between floors) and there was a pair of married radio DJs who lived above us. I used to work from home quite a bit and I would periodically her them arguing but I tried to not pay any attentin to it. One day I heard the lady upstairs rasing her voice to a whole new level. I kept moving from room to room to get away from the noise and then I realized it was coming through the vents and there was no getting away from it. At first there were key words coming through, but then entire sentences made it down to me as she got louder and louder. I got the gist that her husband for some reason had to carry a stripper up the stairs and into her apartment because she (the stripper) twisted her ankle, and then somehow thought a hot bath would help her ''condition'' so he undressed her and put her into the tub... At that point I ran screaming from my own house and took refuge in Starbucks for several hours until I felt the coast would be clear. When the HH came home I said DO NOT spend any more time with B and S upstairs because they are, as far as I can tell, about to get a divoce any second now and I don''t want to have to pick sides or be in the middle of it at all.


A couple of days later the HH is down getting the mail and he runs into S. They get into a conversation where S says that he''s been doing this radio show where he makes up outrageous situations for himself and then calls B on the air and she screams at him. So this was all a part of their show and here I am thinking we''re living under The Great Impending Divorce From Hell.

To this day they are happily married and have a lovely little boy. We did, however, move out shortly after that...

OMG, that is hilarious. BF literally asked me why I was laughing so hard.