Love Thy Neighbors
Three things Something I learned while I was too busy to accomplish the small and self affirming task of blogging...
Even with several (and by several I mean like a LOT of) police officers living on my street and in my subdivision in general - it still take approx. 1 hr for them to respond to a noise complaint. This is actually impressive, I know that many of you might be living in a place where such things would be laughed at by local law enforcement, but on my little piece of land, of the relatively quiet midwestern persuasion - noise complaints still gather a bit of attention from our worthy friends in blue. Upon returning home from work on Friday night I encountered my neighbor (not cute, gap commercial, daddy guy - exactly zero sightings of late) in his driveway, washing his car. Now this was neither noisy nor particularly unusual except I do not get off work on Fridays until midnight. I remember thinking this would make for at least one interesting blog paragraph. I stumbled into the house, and fell asleep somewhere between the laundry hamper and my pillow. About 2am the music started. Note: I live in a townhouse, that stands among rows of identical townhouses, that stand on a street lined with, say it with me... townhouses. We all live pretty close together and if any of you had ever seen me throw a ball you would appreciate it when i tell you that I could hit any of my fellow townhouse dwellers with a casual toss from my front porch. Crazy, midnight, car washer dude was now sitting in his clean car, parking lights on, windows down (rather cool that night) listening to what any reasonable ford owner must conclude only to be a custom stereo system at a volume slightly louder than inappropriate to the wee hour. I think I yelled out my window, and i won't repeat what I might have yelled but this of course did nothing. He must have decided it was getting cold because he backed into his garage, shut the door and turned up the music a bit. 'Bout and hour or so later the blessed police banged on his garage door until he emerged. I saw his pathetic attempt at damage control as he reached out to the police officer. They shook hands like they had just shared potato salad at the church picnic. A little chit chat, he went back inside, music stopped, police left. Ahhh, now i can enjoy the 5 hours that are left until I have to be up for work. Over all, one hour for this type of relief would not top the charts if you were say, a spinal block. But as for non emergency police response I give it three out of four stars.
There were several other noteworthy things that happened this week, however I feel a bit uninspired after the predictable romantic comedy I paid movie theater money for tonight. So lets catch up later, when the creative, and profoundly shallow tide pools of sarcasm I usually wade around in have again filled to their mediocre brim proving that sometimes seemingly small and insignificant things are exactly that.
