I have nicknamed our new upstairs neighbor “Drawers.” This is because s/he is a total clothes horse and obviously spends a lot of time opening and closing his/her drawers looking for just the right outfit. Starting at 6 am: “sliiiiide — slam! sliiiiiiide — slam!” S/he does it for usually 15 to 20 minutes before finding that perfect oufit.

Then again after work: “sliiiiide — slam! sliiiiiiide — slam!” Must be picking out the couture for this evening’s date? It’s almost impressive.

However, Drawers pales in comparison to Clogs, the upstairs neighbor I had in 1998. He liked to wake up early on Saturdays and march around his hardwood floors in clogs. I know because once I went up to ask him to quiet down a bit, and he answered the door … in clogs! He was vacuuming his rugs in clogs. At 8am. On a Saturday. Drawers may be bad, but s/he is nothing compared to that.