I live near a shuffler. No, not an avid card player and no not a dancer. Unfortunately, it is the worst kind of shuffling. Whoever it is doesn’t pick up their feet when they walk. A few times I have run to my peephole to try to catch the culprit so that my irritation can be focused on a specific neighbor, but the shuffler is elusive. In the four months I have lived in this building, I have yet to identify him. rawr.