Upstairs neighbors, if you can read this, I know I made fun of your awful piano playing. I know I loudly rolled my eyes when you switched it up to saxophone. BUT I WILL NOT STAND FOR YOU TRYING TO TEACH YOURSELF HOW TO PLAY THE RECORDER. This is a second grade music teaching tool that only adults who are master of other instuments should ever pick up. If adults want to learn how to play it, cool. Take a class. Somewhere else.
I can not abide by a twenty or thirtyomething year old certifiably untalented musician trying to play Hot Cross fucken Buns while I'm getting ready for work.
I will give Selina catnip, tell her you want to talk about how the American Economy works, and send her into your apartment.