Ah, how I loathe the cretins who live across the street. Tonight, they decided to partake in a fun activity called "Swap the Subwoofers". This consisted of them hauling a monstrous speaker out of the trunk of car #1, setting it on the street right across from my house, and "testing" it to "make sure it worked" before painfully lifting it back into the trunk of car #2. The testing phase was the most fun for me - the resultant bass shook the dishes in my cupboards. Instead of boiling out of the house at the first thump of sound, as I dearly wanted to do, I forced myself to wait for 10 minutes to see if they tired of their testing (and would then, hopefully, go somewhere really far away). Of course, the testing was much more intensive than a simple minute or two of listening to loud bass; clearly the worthiness of the speaker could only be evaluated after everyone's eardrums burst. I did not intend to wait that long, so I finally went out to inform them that I was trying to get my kids to bed (it was 9 pm) and could they please find a different time and place for this?????
I know they don't A) work, B) go to bed before 4 am, or C) have meaningful lives, but some of the rest of us DO... is it so hard to keep that in mind?
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I live in the 'yack, and I don't even get that.
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