Neighbors come in three categories: good, bad and obnoxious. My new neighbor, Jeremy, unfortunately, is obnoxious! He’s a pain in the bazooka but let me explain.
I moved into my new apartment several months ago at Shady Lane Apartments and had plans and expectations for a good and productive life. All was going well until Jeremy moved above me and began his tirade of bad, loud and lousy music. (If you were his captive audience, I fear you would say the same..) Anyway, I digress..
I was enjoying the peace and quiet of my new apartment until the morning of January 10. I think it was around nine in the morning when he and his “friends” helped him move in. About ten minutes after he moved in, the stereo began to play. Immediately, I knew that the loudness was not a good omen but I thought, “Maybe it’s just ‘move-in’ music. Maybe he just wants to sound off a bit in his new apartment.”
After an hour of being a captive audience to the loudness, I knew I was in deep trouble. The next question in my mind was, “What do I do now?”
Of course in such a situation there are sensible alternatives such as going up to his apartment and asking him gently and calmly to “turn it down” or go to the Super and ask for help.
Then, there are other, not so nice methods, of handling such a problem. You probably know where I’m going, don’t you?
Yes, I did have another plan. I could go up there and Kick some b..t! But, knowing that I could be the recipient of something much worse, I let that thought go…
Then, I came up with another plan. It was a plan, I thought, that might lessen the noise and stress. It came to me as I was listening to his stereo blaring out yet another horrible song.
I had at my disposal an eight foot ladder and a small portable stereo. I began thinking that maybe, just maybe I could give him back a bit of his own medicine. But, the timing had to be right—that is, the music would have to go off when he was resting or sleeping. I didn’t want to do it but I had to do something to stop the music.
So, I pulled the ladder from my back closet, placed it carefully beneath his bedroom, and arranged the stereo on top of it; making sure it was secure and safe. This took some doing, for I was not quite where his bed was situated.
After listening several days to find out his bedtime routine, I found out exactly when he went to bed. It seemed that the poor boy usually went to bed around one in the morning. So, one it would be!
So, two days later around one in the morning when all was quiet upstairs, knowing he was in bed fast asleep, I carefully but anxiously, reached up to the top of the ladder, turned on the stereo full blast and then stood back for results.
It didn’t take long—about a minute-- and he was up out of bed and screaming—“Turn that music off!”
I screamed back, “Not unless you promise not to play your stereo so loud! Do you promise?”
“Yes! Alright! I’ll turn it down. But, never, ever play that awful ‘elevator music, loud again!”
Safe to say he’s never played his stereo loud again and I now have the peace I’ve been seeking…..
Sometimes one has to “fight fire with fire!”
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