I've got the tow truck's number and I'm not afraid to use it, young lady
We just returned from a lovely dinner on the other side of the bridge to discover that our next-door neighbors aren't home. To clarify: the parents aren't home, so their 23-year-old kid is having a blowout party. I smelled the reek of beer and pot smoke from the sidewalk when I got out of the car to find the attendee who had parked her mom's minivan in our driveway. Eventually someone identified the culprit. The blocking of our garage didn't bother me nearly as much as the insincere adolescent apology. Now I'm listening to the thumping music and wondering at what point someone on the block will call the cops to shut it down. When did I become old? Jeez, that music is loud.
November 7, 2009 11:52 PM
If it makes you feel better I'm in bed before 9pm most nights. Now THAT'S lame.