My neighbours hate me and everyone I live with. Rightly so, I guess. I live in a posh apartment full of childless middle-aged families who dislike being disturbed in the middle of the night. We’re the only students in the whole apartment and we’ve managed to piss off everyone in the past with parties that would last until 4 or 5 in the morning. So this past weekend we thought we’d be nice to our neighbours and send everyone to the bar at 11. We figured it would take 45 minutes for everyone to actually leave, meaning peace and quiet for the neighbours as they headed to bed at 12.
It didn’t quite work out as planned. We did get everyone out by 12 but the neighbours still weren’t impressed. The couple from upstairs came down and started to yell at me as people were leaving. They told my South American friends to stop speaking Mexican. Then the South Americans got offended and started to get in my neighbour’s face. Then the lady started to tell me how I was a typical Ontarian. I told her I grew up in Westmount. It didn’t really escalate into much but when the landlords called with their weekly list of complaints they did mention it would be nice if we went to apologize to our neighbours. I think that’s a bridge I’m going to let burn. And that’s that.
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