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I was vacuum cleaning and the guy next door complained

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Opened the door and "some people are trying to sleep!" Maybe i should move out

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Starrlight

Was it a strange hour like I the middle of the night? If not, I would say , “uuuummmm sir or mam , people vacuum, deal!” and if the neighbor has a problem that is all it’s the neighbors problem don’t make it your problem by caring when you did nothing wrong… if it was at a strange hour then just try picking another time.

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Against_the_current in reply to Starrlight

It was like 9pm. I sleep at day. Idk whether being passive or agressive is the key

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b1b1b1 in reply to Against_the_current

I would say 9 pm might be a tad late. Can you do it around dinner time? x

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Toddzen

It's hard living in Apartments. Neighbors can be so awful. I was harassed over noise complaints by neighbor while I was asleep. He accused me of purposely making noise all night. A total psycho. I moved to a house isolated from people. It's such a relief.

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