The girl next door, who I have written about before, seems to have let her boyfriend move in with her. How there is room for two people in her place is their problem I guess, but their living arrangement is becoming my problem as he seems to have a penchant for heavy metal music.
Last Thursday evening, as I was lying in bed falling asleep after my nightly bedtime call with Joan, he started playing some crazy shoot ‘em up style video game. The bass was pounding with each gunshot and explosion. He must really have enjoyed the game, because he played until after 1:30 in the morning, and needless to say, I did not get a wink of sleep until then either.
Fine, I think, a one-off. It happens.
Friday night rolls around and this time the music is blasting. I was talking to Joan until sometime after 11, and she could hear the music as if she were in the room with me. I resolved to call it in as soon as we were off the phone. Once we finished talking, I went to look up the number, and within a few minutes the “neighbors” had decided to make their way to the bar and the music stopped. I went to bed, happy for the quiet surroundings. Round about 1:30 they must have had enough of the bar because they arrived back home and seemed not too sure on their feet. Again the music played, and it played loud. This time I did not waste any time calling the by-law folk here in the city. They advised me they could send someone to investigate within two weeks. I thought about it and determined that if I had to listen to this for two weeks, I would probably go insane, so I gave them a polite, “thanks but no thanks.” They advised me that if I needed someone to come out right away, I could call the police non-emergency line. I did just that, but it seems that the police non-emergency line is approximately as responsive as the city by-law enforcement officer. Eventually the music was shut off and I called the police back and told them not to bother. Around 3:30, I got to sleep again.
Saturday I woke up bright and early at 11:30 in the morning and went about my day half dead after two nights of minimal sleep. I called my landlord, and he assured me that he would deal with the situation. He must have because Saturday night was blissfully quiet in my building. I slept well, and woke up Sunday feeling better than I had in days.
Now if you are still reading this, you are either very bored, or you figure this is all going somewhere. In either case, you are in for a treat. Sunday night I am on the phone with Joan, and it is quite late. Across the hall “guitar man” lets out a little yell. A few minutes later, there is another yell.
All of a sudden, the girl next door springs into action. She flies out of her apartment, runs across the hall and starts pounding on “guitar man’s” door. She then yells at the top her lungs “Shut the (ahem) up! It’s 12:30 at night, and some people have to work in the morning you know!”
I hope that someone let the census people know that hypocrisy lives here.
Last Thursday evening, as I was lying in bed falling asleep after my nightly bedtime call with Joan, he started playing some crazy shoot ‘em up style video game. The bass was pounding with each gunshot and explosion. He must really have enjoyed the game, because he played until after 1:30 in the morning, and needless to say, I did not get a wink of sleep until then either.
Fine, I think, a one-off. It happens.
Friday night rolls around and this time the music is blasting. I was talking to Joan until sometime after 11, and she could hear the music as if she were in the room with me. I resolved to call it in as soon as we were off the phone. Once we finished talking, I went to look up the number, and within a few minutes the “neighbors” had decided to make their way to the bar and the music stopped. I went to bed, happy for the quiet surroundings. Round about 1:30 they must have had enough of the bar because they arrived back home and seemed not too sure on their feet. Again the music played, and it played loud. This time I did not waste any time calling the by-law folk here in the city. They advised me they could send someone to investigate within two weeks. I thought about it and determined that if I had to listen to this for two weeks, I would probably go insane, so I gave them a polite, “thanks but no thanks.” They advised me that if I needed someone to come out right away, I could call the police non-emergency line. I did just that, but it seems that the police non-emergency line is approximately as responsive as the city by-law enforcement officer. Eventually the music was shut off and I called the police back and told them not to bother. Around 3:30, I got to sleep again.
Saturday I woke up bright and early at 11:30 in the morning and went about my day half dead after two nights of minimal sleep. I called my landlord, and he assured me that he would deal with the situation. He must have because Saturday night was blissfully quiet in my building. I slept well, and woke up Sunday feeling better than I had in days.
Now if you are still reading this, you are either very bored, or you figure this is all going somewhere. In either case, you are in for a treat. Sunday night I am on the phone with Joan, and it is quite late. Across the hall “guitar man” lets out a little yell. A few minutes later, there is another yell.
All of a sudden, the girl next door springs into action. She flies out of her apartment, runs across the hall and starts pounding on “guitar man’s” door. She then yells at the top her lungs “Shut the (ahem) up! It’s 12:30 at night, and some people have to work in the morning you know!”
I hope that someone let the census people know that hypocrisy lives here.
2 Comments:
"I hope that someone let the census people know that hypocrisy lives here."
I have called.. and they made a note of it.
Another fabulous closing line - nice work Andrew!
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