Ever Had a Racket-Making Upstairs Neighbor?

Having had some really, really loud upstairs neighbors a time or two over the course of my life, I must admit that I never stopped to consider how much planning and effort goes into the art of annoyance. I was usually too busy trying to sleep, concentrate, plan their unfortunate demise, etc. One guy who lived above us once spent 2 hours dribbling a souvenir basketball (received at a Rockford Lightning game) on the hardwood floor directly over my bedroom. Between 2am and 4am.

I don't even want to begin to describe what it was like living there in the two months following his wedding.

I felt like I was living through a Tony Orlando song.