A Time to vent
I have refrained from talking a lot about my new landlord out of fear that 1. He might find my blog and bet upset about what I have to say or 2. That I sound like a man-hating chick.
Well, I can no longer be silenced! Last night/Early this morning I draw the line at being polite and a good neighbor.
My friend was spending the night and we were talking. We’d just gotten done watching 17 again and were talking about High School and stuff. Well, we know it was late, around 3AM and we decided we weren’t super tired but we should really calm down. I had turned on the TV to play some video games and she was on her phone texting. Chill time.
Then there came a knock upon my door.
“That’s not your door,” my friend says.
“It’s 3AM , we’re the only ones awake. Whose else’s door would be knocked on but mine?”
“It’s not yours.”
Then the knocking happened again. I’d already had my coat on to cover up the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra. I had long pajama bottoms on so I was decent enough to answer the door. I turned on the outside light, checked through my peep-hole, and confirmed who it was. My landlord. Of course. 3AM and my landlord is banging on my door.
I open it up and the first thing out of my mouth is, “It’s 3 o’clock in the morning. What are you doing here?”
He kind of had this sick smile, his eyes were red and puffy, but at least he was fully clothed, “Now why would I be here at 3AM in the morning?” he sneered.
By the look of his eyes I thought he’d been crying or something. Red, bloodshot, and such. Remembering that his dad died like three weeks ago I asked, “You OK?”
“Why would I be OK?”
I gave him a look that probably made it clear that I was clueless about why he was on my doorstep at that hour.
“You two are being loud…” then he gets comfortable as he swings into lecture mode. Honestly, I felt like he was my dad lecturing me about life, “Now, I told you I would come and knock on your door whenever you were being loud. I woke up first at 12AM and then went back to bed. Now it’s 3AM and I’m woken up by talk about High School and laughter. Now, that is called negligence, I think.”
I give him another blank stare because I’m completely blown away by what he’s talking about, but I have enough sense to question, “Negligence? I don’t think so…”
“Oh, I mean disturbing the peace. Now, I could call the cops cause that’s against the law, to disturb the peace, but I told you I would knock first and tell you.”
“Well, you don’t have to call the cops. I didn’t think we were being that loud. I’ sorry.”
“Yeah well, I could call the cops you see, but I didn’t want them to come over for this. Just keep it down.”
“Ok, yeah, we’ll keep it down. Good night. Sorry we disturbed your sleep.”
So…he was threatening to call the cops because my friend and I were laughing too loudly. No booze, no drugs, TV was off, and no music was playing. He didn’t bother to call me when that would have been appropriate and such.
I feel like I have a right to be angry. I know I should have greeted him a bit nicer at the door but it was 3AM In the morning!
Also, how did he know what we were talking about and how thin are the walls? That’s just creepy.
I could see if I were a repeat offender that this would be such an issue but why so dramatic? Grrr.
I told mom I needed to pray for patience but mom said, "Don't do that, cause that means God will just throw people at you who frustrate you because the only way to get better at something is to practice."
Wise wise words, mom.