Don't think I've posted about this before, but I have on my twitter. My neighbors like to scream at each other at random times of night. Well...that's a false statement. The wife likes to scream at her husband at random times of night. This is one of those nights, particularly special because it was at midnight, 1 am, and 3am. At this point, I went downstairs to confer with the front desk guys about what to do. They suggested that I call the police next time, since the last time they sent someone up tonight to try and get her to shut up she started yelling at him. So I'm awake, kind of coherent, and writing this (thank god for spell check tonight). I will endeavor to update this as much as I can when they do so I have a record of when this shit happens.
For the record, these people are married...newly married. I don't exactly know when it happened, but every time I hear "Hannah" talk about it, she says "we just got married." Great. One happy fucking couple. These occurrences of screaming are starting to become more frequent, mostly because she thinks her husband is cheating on her. He is about 6'6" and kind of overweight. He's what my grade school friends would call a "butterball." If he is managing to cheat on his wife, I'd wonder about who it could possibly be with. The wife, on the other hand, is about 5'7" and has a set of lungs on her that would probably make most opera singers blush. When she is yelling, it's mostly in English, with some Chinese. When she's screaming, then it becomes 1/3 English, 1/3 Chinese, and 1/3 noises that sound like she's turning into a werewolf.
Tonight, I only managed to get part of what was going on because she went straight from 0 to screaming. Audible, repeated statements were "get the fuck out of my house," "give me that fucking phone," "what the fuck did you say to her," Chinese, and werewolf birth-noises/harpy cries. At one point, she was crying so loud you could hear it out her front door and down on the other side of the hall. That's a good 50 feet. That isn't like any crying I've heard. When the security guy came up, she started screaming at him about not being allowed to cry in her own apartment and that someone had "fucking died." If someone died, you grieve, your sad, but I don't think anyone jumps into directing hate at people they don't know. If those arguments were about someone in her family dying, I'm the queen of motherfucking England.
So I sit here at 4 am, can't sleep, can't grammar too well, but I'm keeping a record for when I will inevitably have to call the cops. This way, I can make sure I remember it all.
