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Mi Vecinos Locos

As I write this, my downstairs neighbors are at it again. About once a week, they have a knock down drag out. They are in their early 20s and the guy is a sloppy drunk. This is really the only form of entertainment in my apartment complex but it's starting to piss me off. Usually when they are fighting, I find myself sitting on my porch eavesdropping enjoying the night air, learning a lot about dysfunctional relationships.
Someone has locked the other one out of the apartment tonight and they have been banging on the door for an hour. When do I call the police? Why hasn't anyone else? They have a neighbor whose door is just inches from their door...she's elderly, therefore, she's expected to call the police.
I've never called the police on anyone in my apartment complex.
I don't want to be one of those old ladies. You know the ones. The lonely spinsters who have a bunch of cats. They call the police when those pesky kids walk through their yards or play ball in front of their houses.
I don't want to be an old crabby, pinch-faced biddy but these fuckers are pissing me OFF.