My upstairs neighbor. Now, usually I am all sweetness and light, but my upstairs neighbor is starting to chip away at my positive outlook on life. The last 3 nights she has woken me up from a deep sleep around 1am by stomping around her room and dropping what sounds like 20 pound weights on the floor right above my head. I have spoken to her and left her notes, begging her to be mindful of the noise level after 11pm, but to no avail. I feel like Mrs. White in
Clue when she's talking about her husband's mistress: "I hated her, so much... it-it- the f - it -flam - flames. Flames, on the side of my face, breathing-breathl- heaving breaths." Perhaps you could have a chat with the elephant upstairs and charm her into submission. You are awfully charming. If that doesn't work you can intimidate her with your height. My sanity rests in your hands, Jason.
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