A Sweet Memory
So I'm listening to Rammstein and at the same time reading about this poor woman who can't get any sleep because of some brat who's running around in the apartment above hers. Anyhow, it brought back this memory of my last year I was rooming at UMW.
All right I'm bored, so I'm going to describe the situation in detail. My roommate was hardly ever present, because her boyfriend lived a few streets over and she pretty much just stayed with him. Our room was at the end of the hall. If you were to walk down the hall, you'd see all of these nicely furnished and decorated rooms. You'd get to our room, and it had two beds, two laptops, a TV, a fridge and ... well that was basically it, save for some scattered books and backpacks. I spent the vast majority of my time in the science building (as in, generally 10 hours a day after class) so I came home and went to sleep or finish stuff up on my computer. So here I am, nearing 11 pm and I'm tired and trying to finish some write up of some sort. All of a sudden, I hear this girl outside my room gibbering very loudly on her cell phone. I give her the benefit of the doubt: she's pacing up and down the hallway as she talks on the phone, or maybe she's in the room across from us and she's just getting in, or maybe she's just going to be loud for a minute.
Nope. She's out there for a good ten minutes, yapping the hell away on her phone. I can hardly concentrate (seriously she was practically yelling into her cell phone for who knows what reason) and I'm getting pretty mad, because number 1, I'm tired and trying to work, and number 2, that's just rude. There's a common area and there's right outside the building. And there's also downstairs common areas, inside the building. This is plain rudeness. She's RIGHT outside my door. Fuck that. So instead of telling her to leave (not fun) I decide to blast her away (fun).
So I unplug my laptop, put it right up next to the door on my side, mute it, and scale the volume up (as a note, I've used this trick a lot and it's ever so much fun), and select some Rammstein song (I had it on my old laptop, which has since died ). *Play*
I literally heard her running away down the hall. She probably thought I was a Nazi.
Win.
~musicalsparks
All right I'm bored, so I'm going to describe the situation in detail. My roommate was hardly ever present, because her boyfriend lived a few streets over and she pretty much just stayed with him. Our room was at the end of the hall. If you were to walk down the hall, you'd see all of these nicely furnished and decorated rooms. You'd get to our room, and it had two beds, two laptops, a TV, a fridge and ... well that was basically it, save for some scattered books and backpacks. I spent the vast majority of my time in the science building (as in, generally 10 hours a day after class) so I came home and went to sleep or finish stuff up on my computer. So here I am, nearing 11 pm and I'm tired and trying to finish some write up of some sort. All of a sudden, I hear this girl outside my room gibbering very loudly on her cell phone. I give her the benefit of the doubt: she's pacing up and down the hallway as she talks on the phone, or maybe she's in the room across from us and she's just getting in, or maybe she's just going to be loud for a minute.
Nope. She's out there for a good ten minutes, yapping the hell away on her phone. I can hardly concentrate (seriously she was practically yelling into her cell phone for who knows what reason) and I'm getting pretty mad, because number 1, I'm tired and trying to work, and number 2, that's just rude. There's a common area and there's right outside the building. And there's also downstairs common areas, inside the building. This is plain rudeness. She's RIGHT outside my door. Fuck that. So instead of telling her to leave (not fun) I decide to blast her away (fun).
So I unplug my laptop, put it right up next to the door on my side, mute it, and scale the volume up (as a note, I've used this trick a lot and it's ever so much fun), and select some Rammstein song (I had it on my old laptop, which has since died ). *Play*
I literally heard her running away down the hall. She probably thought I was a Nazi.
Win.
~musicalsparks
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