They are moving in to the corner unit at the end of the hall the really annoying rude single child obnoxious fashionista used to be in.
The new neighbors have a lot of friends. Also they are really loud. Like they turn up the music so loud no one in their loft can hear anyone else speak and then leave the door open in hopes this will alleviate sonic pressure on ear drums and allow them to live through the loud music.
This necessitates anyone talking on a cell phone to move at least four doors down from the actual loft and yell into a cell phone. That is approximately right outside my door and all the friends have cell phones so is sort of a constant people — usually young women with high nasally voices — yelling into cell phones with too many “oh my gods” thrown in outside my door in the echoey concrete hall that shoots all conversations straight into my loft at amplified levels and supersonic speed.
Usually I would be real annoyed at all this except —
They are closer to Violent Psycho Neighbor Man.
Something in me just gets really happy knowing he is one door closer to the new loud neighbors and is going to go freaking ballistic living next door to happy play the music too loud leave the door open to echoey concrete halls scream into your cell phone outside the neighbors’ doors people.
It is the little things in life.