This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2007.
Hey, upstairs old lady smoker cougher, STFU!
Every morning at 6 am, I am awakened by the sound of YOU, South End upstairs neighbour, letting loose with what can only be described as a startling, and nauseating, old lady smoker cough. For the 10 minutes. Every day. When you first moved in, I thought
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Are you really that self absorbed? You have no idea what the circumstances are of this person. Perhaps they have a weak immune system and are prone to lung or throat infections. Perhaps they have some form of cancer whether self inflicted or not. Maybe you live in shitty housing and there’s some sort of fungi / mold that has such effects on this person and perhaps others. You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about other than a person above you is coughing in the morning and rather than take five minutes out of your day to meet the person and see what’s up, you complain to a blank board.But since you’re all about assumptions. I’m going to assume that since you live in the South End, you’re either some punk university student that bothers others more than they bother you or you’re some self involved rich tit that would sooner complain than talk to a neighbour with a big boy voice to see if you can at least get more information if not solve the situation.
I only have one thing to say – earplugsearplugsearplugsearplugs.
Do you know for a fact that she’s a smoker?? Maybe this poor lady has some type of lung disease. Or maybe she is just plotting against you. Here’s another suggestion, shove a 1-tip in REALLY FAR in both ears, problem solved. Smoking tobaco is still legal so fuck off on your whining about smokers. Unless are a str8edger and lead a nice clean substance free existance you can cram your soap-box up your ass.
What a looser, when one doesnt have anything better to do that complain about some poor lady whose life didnt necessarily turn out for the best. Have some compassion idiot.
Wow, you have no compassion at all, do you? Maybe you should bring her a batch of cookies, all old and alone like she is, or ask her in for a cup of tea. Or maybe I wouldn’t wish you on her. Asshole.
Why don’t you move?