Well anyone who knows, I take care of my elderly mother who lives here with me, and she was sick and vomiting all night until around 6-6:30 in the morning. I got to sleep around 7am.
That was only the beginning. There's some young folks who moved in nextdoor. Early 20s. And they're also renovating so they're not even there half the time. And they surely don't know anything much about the neighborhood, let alone when trash day is. One of them doesn't even seem to know how to park (though I suspect it may also have to do with being drunk at 4am.)
Less than an hour after sleep, I was greeted with 10 minutes of off-and-on bleeting of a diesel engine horn from the City trash truck, who couldn't get pass the idiot nextdoor's friend who ... couldn't properly park a sub-compact hackback!! Six or seven feet into the road.
Then about 10 minutes later I somehow went back to sleep. About an hour later somewhere around 9am, I was then greeted with 10 non-stop minutes of truck horns. It wasn't merely trash day, it was recycling day too. And that truck also couldn't get by.
At 10:30 the police were knocking on my neighbors door to get them to move the car ... since they didn't hear the normal knocking, they started knocking with the baton sticks ....
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. To say I was bleery-eyed and pissed the fuck off would be an understatement.
Anyway, tried to hook up with Ant later, but with his flight plans, it just wasn't in the cards.
