girl at large

I can picture them, waiting, watching the clock…at exactly 9:01am, flip the switch…and my Sunday morning sleep-in is over, bam! She is one of the upstairs neighbors, the switch belongs to what I can only imagine is an industrial vacuum with the optional 'maximum sound' attachment. Imagine a Harley running on hardwoods over your head. Exactly one hour before you want to wake up on your day off. Slumber to seething in 60 seconds.
What I don't get is, why start in the bedroom? Why vacuum the hardwoods? Every Sunday, it's the same thing–start in the bedroom, vacuuming hardwoods at 9am. Never mind that I'm jolted out of peaceful rest…what is she doing scratching up those beautiful floors with a beater bar? And why don't they have an area rug in there?
I'm tempted to put my card under their door….with a special discount on a rug.
10am update: They've just left. Sunday morning schedule: rise early to disturb other residents and then leave house IMMEDIATELY. From my experience with their schedule, they'll be back at exactly 5:01pm. Why not vacuum then?