I used to live above a hair saloon that was owned by a woman that would just bring her kids in whenever there was a snow day. I worked overnights and was in school at the time and since she opened at 6 am I’d ask if she could have her kids be a little quieter until around at least 9 so I could get a few hours sleep. She said they are kids and they need to play. They were thirteen and 8 and their “play” was literally inside basketball. This went on for months and it was a very snowy year and one morning I’d had enough and after ten minutes of the entire building shaking and banging I called down and said this is an apartment and a hair salon, not a fucking day care, they need to be more quiet or I will make noise too. She told me to go fuck my self as expected so I tipped my surround sound down to the floor and looked up screaming teen orgasms and blared it for an hour. Never heard a fucking peep again.