No, this is about the relatives of Thumper from the “Bambi” movie, it’s about my upstairs neighbors that stomp around at all times of the day and night. It’s not their fault, totally. The management, in their finite wisdom, thought it would be a good idea to install wood flooring instead of carpeting; good call, dumbasses. Any ways, the Thumpers, as I like to call them, are like living under Baryshnikov or Gregory Hines, although, I think the former was lighter on his feet. That’s fine though, pay back’s a bitch. What they don’t know is that I get up at four-fifteen every morning. Generally, I’m quiet (not because it’s early in the morning, but as a common practice) but tomorrow I’m not going to be so considerate. Being that it will be Sunday, laundry day,, I will start the laundry within a few minutes of getting up, along with some other things I typically wait until a reasonable and respectful hour to do. If they don’t like, well, tough shit, Life’s full of disappointments, get used to it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.