LifeAt My Building Lacks Communication
Let me set the stage.
It’s a Saturday night. My wife and I are hanging out with another couple at our apartment. There’s wine involved. It’s 10:45pm. Alicia Keys comes over the speakers. My wife and her friend get the urge. Before you know it, the four of us are belting out a wicked rendition of “No One.”
Music to our ears. Everyone’s ears. Just not my upstairs neighbor’s.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The thuds were loud. Precise. Unmistakable.
“Shut the F up!”
After a few minutes of debate on how to address the problem, we decided to let the banging slide – and out of courtesy – tone it down a notch.
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