Dr. Kendall Crowns

The apartments we were living in had the same footprint, so I pretty much knew the layout of his.

I knew where his bed was, where his television was, etc., etc.

I found his phone number in the student directory.

And this is, of course, a time before cell phones and caller ID.

It was good old-fashioned landlines.

I could track where he was in his apartment based on his thunderous footsteps.

And, of course, I knew the location of his phone.

It was the same spot as mine because all the phone jacks were in the same place.

My diabolical plan was, when he got really loud, I waited until he was at the farthest point from his phone in his apartment, and I would call, and I could hear his phone ringing.

His music would turn off, or whatever activity he was participating in would cease, and he would walk across the floor, thump, thump, thump, and when his footsteps would get to his phone, click, I'd hang up.

I could hear him pick up the phone and say, hello, hello, and then hang up, frustrated.

The footsteps would move away from the phone, heading back to his noisy activity, and I would call again.

His phone would begin ringing, and he would run over to the phone, and just before he'd reach it, again, click, I would hang up.

and sometimes sit in my apartment and laugh a little bit.

After a few times, this would usually agitate him and cause him to leave his apartment in frustration.

And for a little while, the noise would be completely gone, and I could study until he returned to start the cycle over.

There was one occasion he even got so frustrated that he threw his phone across his apartment, screaming about why did his phone keep ringing and why did that person keep hanging up.

Success was achieved.

Were my tactics wrong?

Were they a little juvenile?