Awesome neighbors.

Upstairs neighbors of mine owned a very squeaky bed and were very vocal in their late night escapades. After a few months of being awoken to UHHH!! AHHH!! bang... I went up and introduced myself. The woman answered the door, I told her I lived downstairs and that her bed probably had bolts that needed to be tightened, possibly in need of a new box spring. As she turned to the brightest shade of red, I offered to fetch my toolbox and fix the bed for her. She refused, thanked me for coming up, and said goodbye. A few days later a furniture store delivery truck was at our building delivering to the upper apartment not only a new bed, but very thick carpet and pad as well.