The downstairs neighbors are bastards. Yes, perhaps it was not the greatest of choices to engage in dorm-like debauchery in a two level, eight-unit apartment building, but I maintain that if you want to wrestle drunk with your friends at 1:30 in the morning in the middle of the week there should be nothing stopping you. It is reasonable to see how neighbors might disagree, however calling the police was quite unnecessary when a simple knock on the door would have been just as effective.
These are the same charming inhabitants who came up and complained about the first and only party you had twenty minutes into it. And when you took them freshly baked cookies the next day as a peace offering, they responded curtly to your introduction and apology only with "Oh;" and took the cookies and closed the door in your face.
Now there is a notice posted on your door saying that if you receive another noise complaint, you will be asked to leave within three days. Precious.
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