So. There are two Russians who are renting the apartment below us. Overall, I have nothing against Russians; indeed, I enjoy Russian literature, and am quite an admirer of the prototypical Russian uberbabe physique. The two who live below us are a brother and sister, and the sister is even a little cute (though, sadly, not quite up to par).
Now then. These two have an astoundingly unsatiable hunger for terrible Russian pop/techno music. I wouldn't say that they blast it, but they play it moderately loudly off and on throughout the day. I hate most music. I hate this music more than I hate most music.
We've asked them to turn it down a couple of times, and they usually do. However, the frequency with which they play it is not diminishing. It's been playing for a little over an hour now. I dislike it.
I want to kill them (or at least the guy).
I've been having Walter Mittyish daydreams about him shouting something at me -- perhaps insulting me, my mother, the New York Yankees, whatever -- which, in turn, leads me to pummeling him. Picking him up and throwing him into a parked car.
Which makes me realize.
I hate laws.
I think this could end badly.