So, I’m loving where I live, great people, tolerant of my blaring music . . however . . the guy upstairs is learning to play the banjo, and he’s going great guns, alas, no one has pointed out to him that an instrument needs to be tuned, at least once every ten years.
I have practice in tricking tone deaf banjo players into letting me tune up for them, I wonder if I should invoke this trickery, or should I grit my ears and not risk being the asshole neighbor? (albeit one with bleeding ears).
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