Side Note -- an Update from the Side

So, following my late-night heart-to-heart with my dear neighbor below, as I wrote about the other day, I decided to ask my neighbor next door -- with whom I share a wall where my TV is -- if I owned her an apology.  I didn't know if she was in the Night of Long Talk and had been annoyed by it.  No, she said, she wasn't in.  Why, what was the problem??

I explained that the fellow below had -- and she interrupted me.  "Oh, him?  Right below you?  He's the guy who yelled at me about my parking space."  What a guy!  Well, I was certainly sorry to hear that, but at least I knew I likely had someone on my side...

Anyway, I explained that he had come up at 10:45 at night ("What??!") to complain about me making too much noise, and had stayed for an hour.  She had a quizzical, almost bug-eyed look cross her face for a moment.  And then she said, "What is he talking about?  You're the quietest neighbor I've ever had."

And then when I said how he had come up that night because he was complaining that my TV was too loud, I asked if I've ever bothered her with my TV.  "No," she said really bluntly.  "That's because...I've -- never -- heard --your TV."

I didn't know whether to laugh or bang my head on the wall.  Halfway mode won out, and I just rolled my eyes to heaven.

"He's a punk" was her description.  "He just complains."

Another county heard from.

I did mention to her that I'd bought an extension cord so that when it's actually late, I can plug in headphones.  "You shouldn't have to do that!," she said.  "And besides, you're really quiet."  But I said it was as much for me, as my deal pal below, that if it made my life easier, much as I though it idiotic to do, I was fine with it.

Anyway, at least I know if that the owner or manager or whoever else might get involved, I now have both my other direct neighbors in full support.  I was pretty sure of it (I'd spoken with the neighbor on my other side, as well, the day before), but it's nice to have that certainly in your hip pocket.

And I've sent off my overwhelming polite, but just as blunt and pointed letter to the building owner and manager. Just to thoughtfully keep them apprised of the situation.  

So, while my dear buddies below complain, I'm doing my best to build a force field around me while also recruiting an international coalition army.  I do not anticipate a ground war.  Though being on the floor above, I can't swear that there won't be drone strikes.