Peace ... at last?

We were at the building manager's office when she casually remarked:

"Your noisy neighbor upstairs is moving out today."
We jumped, well literally. How does she know? We haven't launched any complaints yet.

"One of the tenants said they threw beer cans onto their patios when they had a party. I had to go up to tell them not to do it." she explained.

"But how do you know its them?" I persisted.
"Oh yes, I know, there's no one else." She had that wise tone in her voice.

We were elated. At last! No more heavy footsteps thumping around the house, no loud music from midnight till the wee hours, no sudden banging on the ceiling. No more! We can finally see the silver lining peeking from the clouds. Happy ever after? Wait!

"I promise I will be more nitty picky on the next tenant", the manager added.

Oh, ya, there's still the next tenant. Well at least for now, we can finally get some peace. I'm really*100 happy. We'd had many nights of headache and bouts of irritation 'cos of them. Good riddance, I'd say!