Yes, you. The one blasting Jurassic Park at 1am on a Tuesday. I enjoy movies with horribly conceived theme parks as much as the next girl, but weren’t you just yelling to the second floor balcony about how you are a third grade teacher? The answer is yes. Strangely, I was able to hear your entire conversation with the guys you just met, as you were standing directly in front of my glass door. I wish you luck on that hangover tomorrow morning, and I hope you pick a good movie for the kids to watch. Please turn the volume down.
Your neighbor whoop just wants to sleep for 8 hours in a row for once.
PS the dinosaur dies