The person who lives below me has (an) annoying dog(s). They, like many members of their species, feel the need to bark whenever they hear the slightest noise at all. This can be quite annoying, especially when it happens, you know, all the time. But I'm secretly getting back at them.

The dog(s) seem(s) to be most perturbed when someone walks up or down the stairs outside the apartments, though the opening and closing of car doors and garages has been known to set them off as well. This means that whenever a neighbor leaves early for work (say, 6am), everyone in a three apartment radius is made well-aware of the fact as Barky the Wonder Dog (and possible companions) feels the need to inform us all for a good ten minutes.

Keeping this in mind, I have taken to making as much noise as possible when I come home. No swift pitter-patter up the stairs for me, I trudge my way up as if my shoes were lined with concrete. This, of course, whips my canine neighbors into a frenzy. I smile every time, knowing that no matter how annoying it is to hear it from my apartment, it must be at least twice as bad to be sitting right there with them every time.

Passive aggression rules.