Bitch-lady (or 'Martine', if you don't hate her as I do) was just complaining in the hallway of our building to a friend about two "annoying neighbors" on account of whom she will be moving out.
I have every reason to believe she was referring to Pam and I (or to one of us at least).
Suffice it to say we have not, in fact, been bad neighbors. We tried to accommodate her and failed. The problem is hers.
In an act I can only describe as pure childishness, I am now playing Ich Bin Ein Auslander. At volume level 22. With the speakers on the floor.