Well, the folks across the street moved out. Thank God. There were Sheriff's deputies over there so often I thought they had moved their headquarters. So what kind of folks would move in? That question was answered last weekend. A couple of weeks ago, a "family" moved in. Two men, one woman, and, as my grandmother would put it, "a whole passel of younguns" or "a whole mess o' kids". About six in all. Okay, I thought, maybe they're not so bad. They cleaned up the yard (at least the younguns are good for sumthin), and started to put a picket fence up. Since they've moved in, though, picket fence construction has halted, and what looks to be a living room set-up has planted itself on the front porch. Not the nice furniture and stuff you'd see on HGTV, though. We're talking a covered swing, some plastic lawn chairs, a radio, and a whole bunch of other unidentifiable junk.
Anyway, they spend ALL their time on the porch. Whatever, I don't care. However, last Sunday afternoon, I was watching TV when I heard this godawful racket. There's really no other way to describe it. I went outside and realized it was coming from across the street. Apparently, their porch radio wasn't loud enough for them. They had "music" BLASTING out of their pickup truck. At first, I thought it was country music. I don't mind country music, but I'd rather be able to hear my TV right now, thank you. but it wasn't even country music. It was straight-up hillbilly. I'm dead serious. Again, whatever. Everyone has their own tastes. My thing is, though, if you want to listen to your music, fine. But don't inflict it on everyone else in the neighborhood. I don't want to hear that crap. It's the same at my office. There's a place behind us that installs audio equipment in cars. They have a bay with a garage door. When they test the vehicles to see if they've yet accomplished the feat of breaking the sound barrier, do they take it into the bay and close the door? Noooo. They park it right by our back window. And they don't just let it go for a couple of seconds to see if it works. They want to listen to a whole CD. When I've got customers on the phone asking what that noise is, and I'm inside a concrete block building, your music is TOO LOUD!!!! When my windows are rattling threateningly, your music is TOO LOUD!!!! When I can't hear my TV or my baby in the bed if she starts crying, your music is TOO LOUD!!!!
TURN IT DOWN, FOLKS!!!! Hate me if you will. Whatever.
May 17, 2005