They moved in a week before Peggy’s husband was due home from the camps up North. She awoke that night to banging floorboards directly over her.
For the rest of the week Peggy listened as her new neighbors beat the ceiling directly above her bedroom, beseeching all manner of Creators until the early morning sunlight silenced them. She excavated drawers until she found an old set of Phil’s earplugs and waited for him to return.
Peggy didn’t wear panties underneath her nightie the night Phil came home. When the pounding began, she simply rolled in close, waiting on his response.
Phil rolled over and sighed, “I can’t sleep through that. I’ll be on the sofa.”
The next day, Peggy phoned the landlord.
anniegirl1138 
Poor Peggy 😦
Life just isn’t fair sometimes.
Thanks for sharing this funny story.
Loved it! Guess it will be cold oatmeal for Phil’s breakfast tomorrow. (no one knows how to make gruel anymore) And soggy toast.
~jon
I’m with Laura… always live on the top floor.
Even if it’s the third and you have to make multiple trips to your car (parked blocks away) with a kid on your hip to carry the groceries up… I am still bitter
Short and sweet; I am jealous 😉
~2
That put a smile on my face. Poor old Phil will be kicking himself when he realises what he missed out on. 🙂
Very well done! And, I think, the kind of thing that everyone who’s lived in an apartment can empathize with, I think.
I thought Phil was going to show those pesky neighbors how to really shake the floorboards. Fun piece.
Lovely! 🙂
Peggy’s husband should have tried to make as much noise as the people upstairs. Peggy would have helped, I’m sure.
Where’s her husband’s sense of competition? He should “man up” – so to speak. Peggy wasn’t expecting he’d be trying to go to sleep!
Nice one.
a big smile I got from reading this,glad I live on the top floor. thanks for sharing this with all of us.
For a moment I thought this wasn’t fiction, but the story of my first apartment.
Ha Ha! Always live on the top floor…