The couple upstairs has finally stopped bickering, after almost two hours of thuds, screams, and hollering all audible through the thick layer of concrete above my ceiling and beneath their floor. I think they rode off on a single motorcycle.
I tell you, when the church noises stop, the couple upstairs’ fights fill the silence. They both need to be slapped and reminded that other people live above, below, and beside them.
Well, maybe they don’t need to be slapped. But slapping them would be a good emotional release for their neighbours, nonetheless.