|And hilarity ensues.
||[Apr. 16th, 2007|02:18 am]
Story 1: |
Last night, as I was watching The Tick, Amanda heard an odd noise. Whenever we hear odd noises we know it's either the Invisible Baby Who Lives Above Us or The Lovely Neighborhood Fraternity Who Lives On The Other Side Of Our Bedroom Wall. The noise was clearly coming from next door this time and it didn't sound like the usual OMG-I'M-IN-MIDDLE-SCHOOL-AND-NO-ONE-LOVES-ME emo drivel that normally emanates through our walls, so we paused the TV to gather a gander of what was going on.
The first thing we noticed was a distinct drumming, interrupted occasionally by yelling and crying. Sweet Golly! I do believe our oh so noble neighbors have begun their hazing season!
Now, if semi-grown men need to pay and be beaten by a group of individuals so they can gain their friendship, that is their own concern. It is sad, but who am I to intervene? But must they be so loud about it?
It was already after 1AM at this point, so Amanda thought it would be best for us to ask our kind neighbors if they could keep their torture down to a dull roar. Her initial "let's throw flip flops and shout obscenities at the wall" approach was not yielding any results, so we circled to the front of the house and she proceeded with a slightly modified "let's throw beer cans they left in their yard and shout obscenities at their house" plan. I had doubts that the amended plan would prove to be more fruitful, but my doubts were proved to be premature. Minutes later a frat boy emerged from their dwelling and the following conversation ensued:
Drunken Frat Boy: Hey, uh, did you knock?
Amanda: ... I guess you could call it that. What're you guys doing, making all that noise in there?
DFB: Uh, nothing. Why?
Amanda: What? Are you hazing people down in your basement.
DFB: Don't worry. We'll be done in a few minutes.
Note that when the fratter said "Yes", he said so without any hesitation whatsoever. It was as if we asked how the weather was and he retorted it was slightly overcast.
Perhaps this was more of a "You had to be there" sort of moment, but I found it stunning yet hilarious that this guy was so completely frank and unashamed about what was happening inside the house.
It rained inside our computer room again. As it turns out, the room directly above our computer room has an adjoining deck. The deck is about 6 inches higher than the room and the adjoining door frame is completely rotted. Water runs off the deck and into the room above us. The room above us has a hole in the floor right by the door to the deck, so when it rains water comes in via the deck door, down the hole, and directly onto the drop tiles above us.
They must know about the hole because apparently they were made aware of the hole and decided to just carpet over it.
OMG slumlord? Yes yes yes. Can't can't wait to move move move.