Recently concluded a month-long dispute with our downstairs neighbor who's been complaining that our cats have been making too much noise.
This entire thing has been surreal. First we get a notice from our property manager saying we need to remedy the noise situation (which made little sense to us, since we couldn't fit the neighbor's complaints together with what we hear in our apartment); but when we contact them to ask exactly what the problem is, we learn our neighbor refuses to meet with us (I knocked on his door multiple times to no avail--whether he was ignoring me or not home, I can't say). We speak with a property rep who tells us that apparently our neighbor has called a) the town, and b) a lawyer. He's told the property rep that he's been "advised against meeting" with us. Then out of the blue he contacts our property rep and tells her he'll agree to a meeting. This is after the whole ordeal has been going on for weeks. We can only assume the lawyer he met with told him he should agree to a meeting (fucking duh).
Anyway, we had a meeting that was a "listening session" so I could go down to his apartment and try to hear what he's hearing. The property rep was there too. Needless to say, there was no abnormal noise; he objected that what he'd been hearing wasn't happening while we were down there (go figure). The property rep (who by now is annoyed with this guy, as she told us afterward) said that when he does hear it, he should come get me and ask me to come down so I can hear what it sounds like. He proceeds to ask: "Would that be alright if I came to knock on your door?"
Motherfucker, that's what you should have done a month ago. Some people don't understand how to have a fucking conversation.
