You must be the new upstairs tenant, and I need to speak with you about some of the noise issues. I don’t mind the tuba playing so much, and the accordion music is actually rather nice, but do you have to practice your clog dancing after ten p.m.?
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I’m looking at the picture, and all I can think is Wow! How did they get such a chonky round peg into that square hole?!
I don’t have a downstairs wombat 🙁
Just a guy who likes loud music.
Oh yeah him. Still being rude is he?
He hasn’t been too bad lately. My real issue is the loud cars (and one motorcycle). Because they’re so cool, y’know? Especially at six in the morning. Everyone needs to know they’re coming from five miles away. At least the guy downstairs doesn’t have a car (though he is one who causes the association to occasionally remind us that we aren’t allowed to store bikes and stuff under the stairs. Got one last week and he still hasn’t moved it).
I’d suggest that downstairs wombat, come upstairs and enjoy the music and clogging with me, that is before 10:00 pm. And I’ll dial down on the noise. Anything for a cute wombat.
Wom’s complaint is fully justified. I seriously did have an apartment under what we assumed were Olympic clog dancers, long long years ago in my salad days.
Also nose boop.
Duckie, I assume the wombat entered the log from underneath.
He must be named Squidward.