Dear Sir or Madam in Room 305,
The ladies from below are becoming distressed.
Let me explain:
Like clockwork. Mid-evening, settling in after a "high-quality" meal, the racket begins.
I just have one thing to say. Did someone decided to hold wrestling tryouts in your 8 feet wide dorm room? I don't buy it. I also find it hard to believe you're finicky enough that you need to rearrange the entirety of the furniture in your room day after day. I'll just say this: I'd love, if only for one night, to believe that I don't live in the basement of a bowling alley. For now, I will be forced to bounce volleyballs off the ceiling in hopes that you get the picture. Sort of a "cease and desist" to the thunderous blows emanating from the ceiling. If changes are not made, I will be taking action. I'm hopeful you will be more mindful in the future.
Signed,
Agitated Dweller of Room 205
P.S.- Please shut the fuck up.
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