NYC

Our downstairs neighbor hates us. She looks away from us when we see them on the street, if we’re coming into the building at the same time she doesn’t hold open the door, and if we’re in the elevator when it stops on her floor, she refuses to get on.

On the other hand, if you’re a sociology professor in Chicago, one of your colleagues might try to run you over in a parking lot. So I guess I’m getting off easy.

19 thoughts on “NYC

  1. You have kids, right? Doesn’t everyone who has kids have a downstairs neighbor who hates them? We imagined that our downstairs neighbor hated us, even though we didn’t know who they were. (A benefit of long, rather than tall, apartment buildings, in LA, vs NY).

  2. I’m also interested in the why.
    Is she a frequentist? A Superfreakonomics fan? Enamored with boxplots or flashy infographics?

  3. If she lives right below, and the floors are thin and loud, it can be miserable. I’ve been in that situation, and after a few months of it, you can’t help hating the upstairs neighbor, even if they can’t help that they’re thumping on your head. You’d have to be a saint not to associate the torment with the neighbor.

  4. This is no news to me in NYC, when I moved to NYC I thought this was part of the culture. People are always minding their own things anyways. Why doesn’t she get on the elevator, that’s hurting herself? Even if I hate someone, I’d still get in the elevator and do my own thing. Apparently, she still haven’t grown up yet.

  5. My neighbour used to hate me because I accidentally ran over some of their flower patch a few times. I felt bad about it but it was a narrow drive way and I had a big car.

  6. How did I miss the story about the U of C prof being targeted in the parking lot? I live in northwest Indiana…(And I can’t find a news story about it.)

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