Another Reason To Wish For The Slow Death Or Swift Eviction Of My New Neighbors

There's nothing like the smell of sewage in the morning, that's what I say. And apparently my new neighbor is more than willing to accommodate. Here, let me explain...
So, not long after they moved in the new neighbors started grating away at my nerves, and that's not an easy thing to do considering how laid-back and generally apathetic I am. If you've read down the page a bit you've seen that she has a habit of hogging both sets of washers and dryers simultaneously for days on end. Plus she's unnervingly loud and for being a small, fairly skinny girl she tends to walk quite heavy footed. (see: elephant-like) But all these things pale in comparison to the events that have occurred in the past couple of weeks... One afternoon a couple of weeks ago I noticed a sound, much like a waterfall, coming from the locked room in my hallway that houses the water heater. "Well, what on earth is that?" I thought to myself. As I walked further down the hallway into the bathroom I noticed that there was water on the floor. "What the heck!" So I immediately ran to call the landlords. He said he'd be right down to check it out. After a couple of minutes the water stopped running and my landlord knocked on my door to let me know that it was taken care of. "The neighbors overflowed the toilet." He announced and walked away leaving me to clean-up whilst registering this wonderful bit o' information. Now I'm not sure about you folks, but my urine has NEVER clogged a toilet. Which only leaves one option...yeah. The Big Deuce. It made you gag a little didn't it? Well, hold your hats because it gets worse. It happened again 2 days later at 5 in the a.m. Luckily, I was up and heard it as soon as it started so it didn't have time to run out into my hallway or bathroom. This time the landlord assured me that it wouldn't happen again. "I bought them a good plunger" he told me reassuringly. Well, he was wrong. About a week later, on a Saturday, I awoke, once again, to the horrifying sounds of the "human waste" waterfall. As I headed down the hallway I realized that it must have been running into the apartment for quite some time since it had already completely flooded the bathroom and hallway. Desperately grabbing towels, I tried to fight back the waters as I dialed my landlord. Much to my dismay, there was no answer so after leaving a frantic voicemail I ran up the stairs to confront my fiber deficient neighbor. I pounded on the door...nothing. So I pounded again...waiting...nothing. FOR TWO WHOLE AGONIZING HOURS, filled with tears and desperate voicemails, their nasty toilet water ran into my apartment. Only when I finally heard the sweet sounds of footsteps upstairs did the water stop, and then only after a serious tongue lashing...ok, it was more like a teary, desperate pleading to "Please stop your toilet from overflowing!!!" Seriously people! I can only imagine the mess in their apartment. Sick! Somebody get this chick some Metimucil before I have to knife her in her sleep.