The Tell-Tale Floor
Lived above a guy in a really old fourplex and I guess the wood floors squeaked really loudly when I walked around. I felt badly for him in the beginning because he seemed genuinely frustrated but he didn’t seem to understand or believe that I wasn’t slamming my feet on my floor.
Finally I went downstairs one day and asked if we could talk about the situation because I felt like maybe if I looked him in the eye when he was calm and explained that I wasn’t doing it on purpose and that there was literally nothing more I could do he would maybe understand.
So I went downstairs and very nicely explained and he seemed to be listening. And then he said “I’m about at the point that if it happens again I’m going to show up at your door with a really big knife.” And then he just stared at me. I moved as soon as I could. ElleTheFox