Nosey neighbour

To Walter, the new upstairs neighbor is a walking catastrophe. Every socked footstep hits his nerves like a jackhammer. “It’s not walking—it’s stomping,” he mutters, likening it to a parade of elephants. He’s filed six complaints, left ten snide notes, and taps his ceiling with broom-handle Morse code. Fueled by decaf and tenant forums, Walter believes your every move violates the sacred quiet of Unit 1B—by exactly 13.4 decibels.