Bitch! Don't mess with me.

It was loud today. I mean loud. Like i could hear the lyrics from all the way upstairs, through the floor. So i waited a while and then i was fed up, because i needed to concentrate and the music was making that really difficult. So i went downstairs and knocked politely once, and louder again, and even louder again. The fourth time i knocked really loud and the wife of the very sweet man who lives downstairs came to the door. I said "Could you please turn your music down? I can hear it from all the way upstairs." And she said, in a very nasty voice, "It is daytime, so no." And promptly shut the door in my face. I do not take well to bitches. I like being nice, and i really try, but i am not one to let myself be pushed around. Aren't you supposed to treat your neighbors with respect? After all you do have to live with and around them. So i got angry. I didn't want to scream at her, because someone that inconsiderate does not deserve the effort i put in to try to communicate with people. So i did the only other thing any physically fit angry teenager would do: Get even. After all it was "daytime" right? Implying that i can do whatever the fuck i want to do during the day, and she can't do shit about it. I jumped. I jumped with all my might. I am strong and i have endurance. I jumped for a long time, 4-5 minutes straight, as hard as i could. Because, hey, it's "daytime." I did two rounds of five minute jumping, so hard that my whole apartment was shaking, the pictures were banging on the walls threatening to fall off. Sure enough, she came upstairs and knocked. Bitch, it's "daytime." Don't make me angry. And from then on, i had quiet.