OK, everybody has that one neighbor - you know, the one that drives you nuts. In our case, it's our downstairs neighbor. She's just an overbearing sort - the kind of person who takes over common areas as her own, lets her guests park in resident-only spaces, and (her greatest crime) SLAMS her door so hard it literally shakes our apartment. We have named her Doory McSlammy, in fact.
I thought I was getting some great (though admittedly passive-aggressive) revenge at her by spending at least one afternoon a week (sinuses permitting) singing at the top of my very loud lungs - pop, Broadway, opera - whatever I wanted, just at top volume, and very enthusiastically.
After one particularly loud afternoon that leaned a little heavily on the Mozart, I had a knock at my door. It was Doory McSlammy, of course.
"Are you the one singing all the time?" she asked.
I took in a deep breath, expecting an obnoxious "knock it off speech", and said warily, "Yes?"
"Oh, my god! It's so lovely! I always open my windows so I can hear you better. It's like getting a free concert every week!"
"Thank you," I said as cheerfully as one can whose beloved revenge has been thwarted.
"Keep it up," she said. "I really look forward to it."
And let that be a lesson to us all. Passive-aggression helps no one.