The guy on the other side of the wall loves his guitar. A lot. The walls are thin. He sings. I’m annoyed. You get my point.
I’ve been passive aggressive with my rising annoyance by playing music loudly here when he’s singing. Rammstein 1.0 is in its BETA version.
Yesterday, I was serenaded by The Scientist from Coldplay. I admit Coldplay isn’t that interesting but they’re a hell of a lot more interesting than this guy.
Today, he’s selected Oasis. Fucking Oasis. Those Gallagher boys and their unibrows. Damn. Again, they’re more interesting than this guy.
Last week I pretended that I didn’t speak English while riding the elevator with him. I just pointed and used my fingers to communicate my destination.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that he sucks. Bad.