My upstairs neighbor did not check out. That was just a crazy fantasy of mine. He came in around 1:00, stomped and STOMPED, and is up there now, clomping around. I would give anything to know what he's doing -- it just baffles me. It's like he has one hundred things to take with him today and he has a backpack by the front door and he picks up one thing, walks it over to the backpack, puts it in, gets another thing, walks it over to the backpack, puts it in...And so on. And he definitely does NOT tiptoe.
The weekend is one thing. If he interrupts my sleep badly tonight/tomorrow, I am making the front desk move me, or I'm checking out and going to the hotel next door. And if I ever check in here again and they put me on the first floor, I'm turning right around and leaving.
I'm going to go eat bagels. It seems the natural response to something like this.