Asking For A Junk Punch
Posted By Kristabella on January 31, 2011
On Sunday, as I was relaxing in my house in my comfy Santa Claus pajamas, and watching as much Dexter as I could, there was a noise in the hallway outside my front door. It was the sound of my neighbor’s kid squealing about something. This is a pretty common occurrence. He’s probably 3 or 4 and is a happy, cute little kid. I see him with his dad sometimes as I’m leaving for work in the mornings.
But then the squealing didn’t stop. The kid was apparently running up and down the hall, screaming and yelling and just enjoying himself. I figured he was waiting for one of the parents to catch up with him and then he was going to go in the elevator and the noise, it would stop.
I was not so lucky. Because apparently the neighbors decided that it was too much effort to let their kid go play outside, even though it was not snowing or raining or sleeting outside. I mean, it is winter, so it wasn’t warm, but it was fine enough to have the kid go to the park or run on the sidewalk and NOT in the hallway outside my living room.
So I did what any normal person did, I went to Twitter to complain.

And then I asked the Twitter parents if this was something they would allow their kid to do. The consensus was a resounding NO. And look, I know kids need to burn off energy. If there were three feet of snow outside and no way for this kid to run around, I would be OK with it. But that was NOT THE CASE.
After 30 minutes, I just got mad. And instead of saying something to them, I just decided to make passive aggressive comments, loudly, from my couch, hoping they would hear. And turned up the TV and hoped that the little tyke was outside my door when Deb Morgan when off on one of her motherfucking, curse-laden tirades.
And even after that didn’t help, shockingly, I made idle threats to Twitter and Facebook about punching my neighbor in the throat and promising to blast my loud rap music at midnight that night, complete with explicit lyrics.
In reality, all it did was piss me off and force me to get off my ass and get dressed and go to the grocery store. So there’s that.
But still. A condo building hallway is no place for your kid to play soccer. Our front doors aren’t soundproof. I can hear it ALL. It’s annoying! Especially when I want to relax on the weekend. And what if I was trying to sleep off a hangover? It’s not just you and your kid that live in this building, people!
The next time it happens, I will take action. Or not. Let’s be honest, I will be doing the same damn thing.













