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Frank's Loser Neighbor (more)

We were a bit excited tonight. We had just watched the USA women's water polo team use our flag for their pictures. We had just ridden back on the train with some of Frank's local friends and sang the entire way. We were on the phone with everyone we knew in the states, attempting to ensure that we'd have a video tape of us with the water polo team, if it's shown. 

There was a loud knock on the door.

Frank looked into the peep hole and yanked open the door. Some big dude with a large belly is standing there, looking angry.

Imagine this picture. Frank's got his cell phone to his ear and I'm in the corner on the phone with my brother in Philadelphia. We're clearly not doing anything untoward. We're not having a party. We're even sober at this point in the night!

The neighbor started yelling at Frank and claiming that we've been noisy and that this has been going on for four months. Frank showed him the empty apartment and that there is no possible way in which we could have been making all that noise. He continued to yell and act in a belligerent way.

Frank just wasn't interested in dealing with him, so he called the bluff, "You look like you want to fight. Why don't you come in here and punch me? Just come on in and hit me."

The guy was quite startled and didn't know what to do. I couldn't see, but his girlfriend was also standing out in the hall. She started in on Frank too, but was clearly not the brains of the outfit.

The guy then looked at me and started screaming how they called the police the other day and that they'd do it again. I merely smiled and asked him to remember that the police did come, but left quickly when they saw that we hadn't been doing anything.

Frustrated that he was getting nowhere, he finally huffed and left.