Ceiling Clompers

 Every apartment and condo building has ceiling clompers. These are folks who enjoy taking their daily concerns out on those who live below them. Some people yell at their spouses or their kids for this purpose, and others make finger signals at cars or honk their horns. These creatures do it with their feet. And may they achieve heel spurs. I have lived under such human animals. It is hopeless to complain to the management, because like mine, they choose to make you think, it's all in your head and not your ears. One such manager gave me a decibel reader and said that it was only at a certain level which she could do anything about. I tested the level and it was as deafening as the leaf blower that comes around every Wednesday. She has her needs, too. What to do, I have found, is to use another noise, one you can crank up so that your ears will think it's part of a symphonic sound and not the nuisance it really is. I have two speakers for music in my place. One is at each end of my place and the system aimed at the ceiling, has super bass when needed. After use, I found that my neighbours up there sold their cow.  Also, in my laundry room, I use little plastic balls in the washer and dryer. They beat the dirt out of your jeans but have their own special timbre while at it. I have a few, both in the washer and also in the dryer. I have to tell you that I abhor  washers and dryers with little round hobbit windows. My set is specifically and deliberately the OF flat sort. I like the folding space. The trouble with my upper noise festerers, is that I like these people. It's not all bad. At four thirty in the morning, with them, I don't need an alarm clock. I've got them going out to jog. At twelve in the dark of the night, as they shower, I use a headset designed for dynamite workers. Ah communal living!