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This Is How Beverly Hills Deals With Obnoxious Neighbors
We're sure everyone in L.A. has their share of obnoxiously loud neighbors since so many of us live in close quarters. Usually, we'll quietly endure their annoying behavior or write them letters (or even call the cops). However, one Beverly Hills tenant had enough of her irritating neighbor and wrote a delightfully scathing letter accompanied by a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin champagne (how 90210 chic!) so her neighbor could drown her sorrows in it.
This photo comes by way of Sloane (who asked us to keep her last name private) who posted this photo of the letter and bottle of champagne on Facebook. It reads:
Dear Neighbor, Misery may love company but it's not so great for the neighbors.
We live next door downstairs towards the front of the building and even through closed windows, your ceaseless drone on the phone is disruptive and irritating at all hours (love waking up to your litany of suffering on Sunday mornings, btw.)
I can't imagine the torture you put the apartments upstairs through . . . on and on and on.
If your embarrassment that everyone in two buildings now knows of your troubles doesn't register, may we at least appeal to your kindness?
Can you keep it down or move to the other side of your flat or close the window or something?
As a preemptive thank you (fingers crossed), we've pitched in for this treat in which you can drown your sorrows.
Sloane described what they have to go through every day:
Basically there is this miserable woman who lives in the building next to mine, who spends 23 hours a day chain smoking out her window and endlessly whining on her phone. Which would be fine, if her window didn't face straight into my bedroom and my neighbor's! Something about the space between our buildings must amplify the sound, because when standing in my neighbor's apartment (which is downstairs from mine), we can hear every word of this woman's conversations as if she's in the room with us. So now we all know every intimate detail of her life without ever having met her. I don't know who she's speaking to, but whoever it is can't get a word in edgewise, because this woman just drones on and on, always complaining/wailing about some new misery that's befallen her or person who has wronged her, and always shouting these conversations out her window while puffing through a pack of smokes.