So, nobody likes to be awaken by a blasting radio at 7:15 in the morning do they? Yeah, I do not either. Sound travels from the parking lot RIGHT into our bedroom. I knew exactly who the culprit was when my sleep was unwelcomly disturbed this beautiful Sunday morning...the neighbor in the maroon chevy mini van. How did I know this? Well, it happened a few months ago, on a Sunday morning. There was the most disturbing heavy metal BLASTING while I was trying to get ready for church and Scott was studying. After trying to stomach that annoyingly loud music, I ran out to his car, (no make-up, Sunday dress, barefoot) to ask him , POLITELY, to turn his music down. I was a little nervous doing this because we don't live in the most awesome neighborhood that people bring cookies to each other when you move in. I knocked on his window a couple of times (he was in there passed out) and kept saying, :Sir, sir? Excuse me Sir?" When he finally was coherent I asked him to turn his music down and he drunkenly/highly said, "Oh, is it too loud or somethin?" "Yes," I said with a smile. So that was that. He turned it down, and we have had peace...until this morning.
This time I was not in my church dress, I was in my PJ's (and for those girls that were wondering, yes, I put a bra on :) ), but this time I put flip flops on. I went to the same guy's car, where he was once again passed out and knocked on the hood and said that same thing as last time. Only, this time, no response, not a BUDGE. I went back to my apartment feeling defeated...But I had a plan. I would leave a nice note on his car. So, I came in all riled up (as what Scott likes to say when I get mad), and wrote a letter which stated, "Sir, it is very inconsiderate to have your music blasting early on a Sunday morning. This is the second time you have done this. Next time, I promise, I will call the cops." I LIED. I called the cops just after taping the note to his car!! I mean, come on, his radio had been really loud for almost an hour. Who likes to listen to talk radio from outside for that long? Yeah, me neither. So, I made the call. I was a little scared when I did it, but this guy was ticking me off. PLUS, Scott said that he had just read a case about a guy getting charged with a DUI who was passed out in his car, so I thought this was legit. AND Scott put the idea in my head and anybody that knows me, knows that when I get something in my head that makes sense and I think needs to happen, I will do it without a second thought. Maybe that is good intuition...or maybe just a little of my un-diagnosed ADHD kicking in.
The lady on the phone asked me if I wanted to talk with the police when they got here. I declined...I didn't want the neighbor seeing who his new enemy was and then coming after me (he is kind of a big scary dude). Within 5 minutes, a fire and rescue truck was in the parking lot, plus two police cars, and a paramedic (for those of you who are wondering, I DID NOT call 911, just the local police station). Maybe because I said the guy was passed out in his car, they brought extra back up if he needed to go to the hospital.
So, like anyone else would do, I peeked through the blinds when these guys arrived. I then felt a little embarrassed cause I saw some of them laughing and stuff. I even saw them reading my little note I had taped to his car...I wonder if they thought it was cruel that I lied as well, not giving the poor guy a third chance. BUT, when I heard the officer tell the drunken lad that he could arrest him for a DUI (I told you that sound carries into our apartment from the parking lot), I felt that I had done a good thing. CAUSE if this guy was driving home drunk, which I am sure he did, I mean c'mon, his seat belt was still on for crying out loud, then hopefully I made him realize he is an idiot and shouldnt do that again.
Scott said it hopefully it was a win win situation for both parties. 1. We probably will not be woken up early on a Sunday morning anymore and 2. The big guy did not get arrested and hopefully learned his lesson (I doubt it though). I just hope he doesnt come after me. He kind of seems the type.
Just don't get a Foley (Lovell) girl riled up. We mean business when we get mad. So, am I a jerkface? Would you have done the same thing or suffer through it (Now remember, this had happened more than once)?
I am curious to know (assuming that you finished reading this obnoxiously long post).