Forget passive-aggressive neighbor notes–the college kids just took their apartment complex beef to the next level.
It’s game time.
After what I assume were torturous months of typical upstairs neighbor antics (stomping, pounding, and presumably, hosting father-daughter three-legged races or some shit in the wee hours of the morning), college freshman/twitter user @morgxmarie decided to air out her grievances with the rowdy guys above by writing what was, perhaps, an unnecessarily venomous letter.
“Why are you so loud after 9 PM everyday? Are you fucking sumo wrestlers, or do you possibly have lead fucking feet?” she asked, requesting that they “calm the fuck down.”
She added a post-script saying they’d be interested in buying tickets to the “2 AM basketball games” they seemed to be holding upstairs.
i think i accidentally started a war w the guys who live above us pic.twitter.com/QzAYrQsdeL
— moe (@morgxmarie) December 2, 2016
Clearly, there was a lot of rage there. Shit was pretty real. And then the boys upstairs escalated the rivalry by making her snark a reality.
They responded with not just a retaliatory note, but with full-on PRINTED TICKETS TO THE AFOREMENTIONED SARCASTIC 2 AM BASKETBALL GAME.
“It’s Game Time,” the note said. “Last night was just practice.” Attached were three extremely legit-looking tickets to a game held at their apartment. The tickets pitted the “2nd Floor Bitches” against the “3rd Floor Lead Foot Assholes,” offering sweet court-side couch and chair seating.
Morgxmarie tweeted the tix along with the caption “I think I accidentally started a war with guy who live above us.”
And thus, I can only assume, begins the first act of a raunchy rom-com wherein Morg and the ringleader of the noisy neighbors will engage in battle of the sexes rife with sexual tension and zippy one-liners. And that’s something I’d like tickets to.