Saturday, June 10, 2017

*snort*



8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Used to live under a guy that would come home at 2 AM and make gourmet meals. I finally knocked on his door and asked him to put a towel under his cutting board. He said he never even thought about the racket he was making, we are still friends today. -Anymouse

Anonymous said...

Lived in an apartment and my bedroom was next to the laundry room. Some clown had tennis shoes in the dryer at 2AM. Thought about cutting the electrical cord. A-holes!

HMS Defiant said...

One of my college friends had downstair neighbors in his apartment complex and they drove him nuts with all the noise they used to make. He had 6 foot speakers that he would lay down on the floor and pound Dire Straits into them until their ears bled. Those were not the days to drop by with a six pack and drink some beer.

MAX Redline said...

Yes, neighbors from hell. I lived in an apartment once, and the girls upstairs would play "Killing Me Softly With His Song" over and over - and sing along. At 1:30 in the morning. I walked over to the utility room and cut the power to their place. It worked.

Mike C said...

As a non-combat arms Army type when stationed in Alaska, we had rather luxurious barracks accommodations where we each had our own room. Unfortunately, we also shared space with airman who had little regard for their fellow soldiers and would light up the place with ear bleeding crap music at all hours of the night because they had nothing better to spend their money on besides huge stereo systems.
My solution was to spend my money inappropriately on the purchase of a violin and to proceed to teach myself how to play it. Have you ever heard someone teach themselves how to play the violin? It brought a whole new level of civility to the Ft. Richardson barracks!

Anonymous said...

^ Mike C - Bad violin screeching is ear/mind torture, but a violin isn't loud enough - unless you hook a pickup and big amp to it. Perhaps you should have tried trumpet or drums.
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Mike C said...

Heh.. with the proper application of resin on the bow, it's was plenty loud! The problem was that I learned too fast and the ear bleeding screeching went away. Fortunately around that same time the base MPS stepped up the K-9 sweeps for drugs and the more obnoxious offenders and their stereos were swept up and provided alternate housing options away from the mainstream troop. Funny how that worked out...

Too smart to play drums, and didn't have the lips for trumpet.. I played tuba in high school. I haven't touched a bow in too many years. It's a thing I keep meaning to try again, but somehow never do. Maybe when I settle down one day.

Anonymous said...

^ provided alternate housing options
Hee hee, nice euphemism for the Graybar hotel.
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