a rumble with Thumper

Last night I finally decided I had had enough of Thumper and the shaking windows, vibrating floorboards, etc. Wait... first, I actually was fed up a few weeks ago. And I knew that she responded with "You need to get out of my face" when Ken asked her to turn her music down when she got to the house-- a month or more ago. I figured since they go to bed at 8, they wouldn't really hear here, but apparently it was one of her stronger nights. I decided that flashing the porch light, leaving a note on her car (passive-aggressive, I know) and people who live here actually talking to her was not going to work. So I called the company that's responsible for the boys next door. I simply asked the receptionist if she could ask the "young lady that comes in at 10 to turn her radio down." All I said was that it shakes the windows of my house and has woken us up. Apparently, that did nothing to quell her need for seismic sound...back to last night. Matt has descended into his usual--passing out on the couch before going to bed--and was on the verge of snoring. Almost exactly 10 p.m. we heard the thump, thump, thump of someone's radio and by "we" I mean she woke him up and we both heard her card pull into the driveway and sit there. So I looked out the side door and she had parked behind the evening caregiver's car (who, by the way, is completely normal and fairly cordial--there's at least 2 non-freaks). She then backed out of the driveway, pulled in front of our house and waited for this kid to leave, then slowly backed into the driveway. I stood the doorway (darkened) and waited patiently for her to get out of her car. She saw me standing in there and, from what I could tell, mentally prepared herself for a confrontation. When she did get out, she proceeded to brace herself against her car in a quasi-aggressive manner. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Excuse me, Miss...
Her: Look, I don't know why all you people think my radio's loud; I don't think it is.
Me: I understand that, but...
Her: If it bothers you I'm sorry, but it must be the bass in my car, but I don't think it's loud.
Me: Yes, sometimes it is but...
Her: well, I don't think it's a problem. It's not anything louder than your dog out barking, bothering people.
Me: actually it's quite different...
Her: Look, I only have a week and a half left, then you won't have to worry about me any more.
Me: The problem is that you woke up my husband and...
Her: Like I said, I'm sorry if it bothers you, but I don't think it's loud (walks away)
Me: All I'm trying to say is that it's disrespectful to the people who live here...
Matt: it is so loud, it shakes our windows, bitch! (He's got such a way with words and is so diplomatic.)
Me: Matt, don't cuss at her.
So now we'll have to wait and see what happens tonight. I didn't hear her this morning, for which I am very grateful (considering past 5:30 a.m. wake-up tunes). It will be interesting to see if she does anything in this next week and a half to be considerate (doubt it) or turn it up more (better chance). I realize it's a petty thing, but I'm proud of myself for my being able to contain my need to revert to the ugly side I'd really like to show. I'm tempted to apologize to her tonight for Matt cursing at her only I'm not sure she'll even give me the chance to say more than 2-3 words in a row...oh well, 30 days 'til we move, 9 days until she's done, which means 20 days of peace at 10 p.m.
peace, love and health