On Wednesday I was on the “Today Show” to talk about some do’s and don’ts to handling some of your biggest neighbor pet peeves. So now I’m curious: do you have some neighbor pet peeves or horror stories of your own? I’ve been pretty lucky in the neighbor department, with a couple notable exceptions. In the last place I lived, which was really Drew’s bachelor pad that I moved into with him for about three years, we had really loud, thoughtless upstairs neighbors who played house music all night long right above our bedroom. They also threw loud parties and would leave “treats” for us outside our door, like fast food scraps, cigarette butts, and even barf. Yes, barf!
It didn’t help that we lived right in the middle of Midtown, just blocks away from Times Square (God, I shudder just remembering it now…), and noise was always a problem. One night, maybe a year after I moved in, some other neighbors in a building behind ours were having a big, loud party where guests were getting drunker and drunker (and more obnoxious) by the minute. Something in me snapped — the months of endless car alarms, the house music blaring upstairs, the barf outside our door, the throngs of tourists making it nearly impossible to navigate the walk from our apartment to the subway — it all built up inside me until this one night when these party guests were becoming more and more out of control and I finally threw open our window and screamed at the top of my lungs, as loudly as I could, “Shut the fuck up!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!!” In that moment, the whole neighborhood went silent. It only lasted a second or two, but it was a very pleasant couple of seconds.
These days, I’m much happier on our little tree-lined street in Brooklyn, and I’m proud to report I haven’t once lost my temper with a neighbor. What about you? Any neighbor temper tanrtums or major stand-offs?
[photo via this isn’t happiness]