Author: reub
The upstairs neighbors are at it again.  They're 
POOING and singing karaoke.  Every time they lay down a stinker we can smell every little detail down here because of a faulty, leaking pipe.  The pooing--I can understand.   Nature calls.  But it's the late-night karaoke that's beefin' me.
The last time they had their late-night karaoke torture session, I called the police and my transformation into the old cranky downstairs neighbor was complete.  About an hour later the karaoke stopped and the police didn't arrive yet so I went to sleep.  Then a half hour later the phone rings....and it's the police. 
Police: Are you the one who called?  Are your neighbors still making a disturbance??
Me: Uh, no.  They stopped nearly an hour ago.
Police: Do you want to come down here so you can file a report?
Me: I'd like to file a report against the both of you ... but nah, that's okay--I just wanna get some sleep.  I'll get you back later.  Thanks for nothing.
Police: You're welcome.   Have a pleasant evening.

THE VERDICT: I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT