Could you turn that up a little, please?

I've mentioned in here before how Ichabod knows how to make me really, really angry. It's always over stupid stuff, too. That man!

We were living in the downstairs apartment of an old nineteenth century home. It was originally built for one family and the wood floors gave absolutely no soundproofing between our apartment and the one above.

Apartment living is hard for me sometimes because when I want quiet, I want quiet. When I want to make noise I don’t want to bother anyone else. This apartment was so wrong in all those ways.

Because it had been a single-family home one of the bedrooms was directly above our living room. I tried to keep the TV quiet. Sometimes I would even use headphones early in the morning as the guy upstairs worked a late shift.

My DVD player had a problem with volume. Sometimes the volume would start to drop and I’d have to keep turning it up to hear it. This particular time I had the volume all the way to the max.

All of a sudden the sound came back full blast. I tried to mute it and then drop the volume, which didn’t work. I was slowly getting the volume back down when Ichabod shouted, “Why don’t you turn it up? I can’t hear it.”

I was so pissed. I went over to where he was sitting. All I could think to do was hit him in the knee with the remote control. Picture this: I was standing in front of him with my knees bent, arms bent at the elbow, bending up and down at the waist, almost hitting him on the knee with the remote and yelling, “Shut up! Shut up! Just. Shut. Up!!!!!”

At the time even I knew how stupid it was. He was laughing his ass off at me. After about a half hour I was laughing too. In fact, it still cracks me up.