As I was listening to my music and happily singing along, a woman stopped right in front of our dining window that I’m still facing while I type this post. She told me that she wanted to talk to me. Turned out, she’s our neighbor from upstairs. She came by to complain about the “loud music” that was coming from here every morning around 2AM that causes her husband’s lack of sleep.

She told me:

“With all my respect and education, I ask you because I don’t want to make trouble with the manager and the police.”

A nuisance? Really? She said it has been going on for 2 days straight and I cause all of it with my music.

AHEM. Lady, I slept early last night. You’re quite inconsistent with that then. Thus, you can’t accuse me particularly, pointing your finger at me and my laptop. I don’t think it can get so loud that it can keep your husband awake upstairs. And I don’t play music every single night. You happened to catch me tonight since I was in a mood to sing. So I’m not the culprit here, Lady. Ask your other neighbors who play their mariachi music so loudly although they just sound the same.

And “with all [your] respect and education?” I don’t know what you meant by that, but I understand your problem.

And also, next time, just get straight to the point. You didn’t have to give me your whole story and husband’s personal information. I didn’t need to hear that your husband works in a factory at 4 in the morning. I got your point the first time you said that you couldn’t sleep because of the music. That’s all I needed to hear. And you got my apology. So, there. End rant.