- Jul 29, 2001
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The old dude upstairs is in some kind of scottish bagpipe band or something, and he practices for a few hours a day. Oddly, he doesn't play bagpipe music. Instead, he practices his marching.
In boots.
Back and forth.
Right above me.
My most creative idea for how to get him to stop so far is to call up Interpol and tell them some SS guy is goose-stepping around trying to relive his glory days.
Anyone have any other creative ideas? Perhaps something you've used in the past? Keep in mind that going up there and knocking on his door to ask him to stop is not at all creative.
(It's not really that bad. He practices during the early afternoon when my wife and I are both out. It's only because I'm off this week that I notice it).
In boots.
Back and forth.
Right above me.
My most creative idea for how to get him to stop so far is to call up Interpol and tell them some SS guy is goose-stepping around trying to relive his glory days.
Anyone have any other creative ideas? Perhaps something you've used in the past? Keep in mind that going up there and knocking on his door to ask him to stop is not at all creative.
(It's not really that bad. He practices during the early afternoon when my wife and I are both out. It's only because I'm off this week that I notice it).