The Owner: Learning To Live with It
“Their floor is your ceiling,” my super said, “so learn to live with it.”
In my last building, my upstairs neighbors kept 15 caged pigeons… in their kitchen. The cooing kept me up at night. It was only when Public Health was finally called in to talk to the Pigeon People that anything was done to remedy the hygiene concerns, not to mention the noise.
In my new place, a couple living on the lobby level has made the entry way smell like a litter box…
This alarms and amuses me, as this couple claims they DON’T OWN A CAT. A crafty resident placed a plug-in Air-Freshener outside their door (see pic).
In my hometown, Pittsburgh, life was different. The only things shared with the neighbors were an occasional barbeque. As a result, I hate not being able to control what’s happening on the other side of my walls.
However, I have found some respite now that I own. In my renting days, there were a lot of hoops to jump through just to get some attention from management.
“Their floor is your ceiling,” my old super said, “so learn to live with it.”
At least now I have a board to go to who can offer strength in numbers or, at the very least, sympathy. TF