The crazy thing is, I've lived here for almost four years, and I've never heard anyone upstairs. Until Stompy. He made me feel really bad because for three years, I've been obliviously stomping myself over Downstairs Jess without the faintest clue that my floor / her ceiling is not soundproof. I mean, I never heard Vern when he lived up there. Not a peep.
Stompy moved in shortly after Dave did, and I swear he's gotten progressively louder since he got here. Its like he doesn't own a chair. He walks back and forth and back and forth and back and forth for hours and hours. Sometimes he has people over. People who have a kid. A kid who is particularly loud. My god. This weekend, he had multiple people over. Two adults and THREE kids. I don't mean like little kids. I mean like pre-teens. Big boys who are are big and loud.
We started developing some theories about what Stompy might be doing up there:
- He is serving his guests tea. From the kitchen, past the dining room, to the living room. One guest at a time.
- He's teaching dance lessons.
- He's playing track and field on a Wii.
- He's learning capoiera.