Update: Upstairs Music
Ok! Ok! I couldn’t take it any more.
At 10:30 PM, I was trying to go to bed, but the beat of the music just went on and on. Finally, I got up, put on my jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. I put on my shoes and grabbed my stainless steel, 40 caliber, Taurus Millennium. I strode quickly and confidently outside. I almost couldn’t hear the music at first, but then when I got up the stairs and stood in front of the door. The beat was coming right through the door, and I hammered my fist against the door, the gun in my other.
The music instantly ceased. I waited impatiently. Finally, the door opened, and the little man stood before me. “Yes?”
“I’m from down stairs, and…well…we’re going to bed now.”
“Oh, we’ll turn it down.”
From behind him I hear, “Is it too loud?”
“We’ve been listening to it since 5 O’clock.”
“Ok”
“Thanks.”
Then, I went down and went to bed
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I was thinking that I should apologize to them later… What do you think?
1 comment:
I had an acquaintance tell me that if the cops didn't show up within the next 15 minutes then I must not have made much of an impression.
I told him that their generally intoxicated state along with the billows of non-tobacco smoke coming from the apartment probably made them hesitant to call the cops.
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