Topic: There's nothing more uncomfortable then calling a resident to tell them that their sexual activities are wakening the neighbors.

There's nothing more uncomfortable then calling a resident to tell them that their sexual activities are wakening the neighbors. #awkward

For real!

Had to do it many times!

It may be more uncomfortable being the one receiving that call.

I"ve done that recently. It was not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It was even more funny when the tenant basically admitted by saying 'wow, these walls are thinner than I thought".

It’s even more awkward when you have to explain that 30+ balconies face the pool & hot tub area and require them to “take things inside their home” next time the mood strikes them

true story from my 12 years on the management side our crazy industry (Arlington, TX 1999 to be exact)…the “Summer of Love”

Oh I’ve had this one before lol

Are you kidding? I've got a template letter.

I need you on my team! Hahaha.

I love calling people out for their intimate noises, but low key I'm always like, "Good for you guys. Do it up." Lmao

Omg I would so love a copy of this!!! It’s a constant issue for my site lol

Thank god I’m not the only one

My favorite is “we’ve received notice that noises of a personal nature in the evening are disturbing some of your neighbors.”

Always referred to that as their nocturnal activities are disturbing their fellow residents.

Or having one of our challenged tenants call the police because he thought the guy was hurting her.

When I lived onsite my neighbor upstairs would be SO LOUD. My son thought they were jumping on the bed LOL When the resident would come in the office he would be SO HAPPY, rested...cheerful and I would just smile and nod all while thinking I CAN HEAR YOU, I can hear her, I can hear EVERYYYYTHING!! LOL

Just did last week. Resident was so unconcerned by it. She stated, "just because some people are getting IT........!

When I first started working, I lived on-site. My neighbors were particularly passionate one night during the summer, and our building faced into the carports under the next building, so the cul-de-sac between them was a near-perfect echo chamber.

After her third (fourth?) crescendo, somewhere around 3 am, I just started clapping. Within a few minutes, so did the other neighbors. Suffice to say, we quickly heard their window close.