I promise I’ll get to my Paris post but I just wanted to share a fun “city life” post with everyone.
Since I grew up near an airport (not too close, but close enough to hear airplanes quite often) and a hospital – I no longer notice the sounds of airplanes or ambulances. Well – I notice ambulances when I’m driving.
Since living in Baltimore City for the past 7 years, I no longer notice the sounds of trains or police sirens. Again – when I’m on the road, I hear police cars. I swear!
Since living in my current neighborhood in Baltimore City, I’ve started to not notice the ice cream truck at 11pm. It took awhile for that to happen.
However, the thing that will always wake me up in the middle of the night are my ridiculous neighbors.
Some of them like to hang out on their front stoops and drink. And talk loudly.
Some of them like to verbally fight with their significant other or neighbors.
Some of my favorites were:
- Domestic dispute that included a brick being thrown through the window of the couple’s OWN home and the police being called
- Drunk man locked out of the house in the pouring rain screaming for his whatever (roommate? significant other?) to let him in. Phrases like, “I’m going to keep yelling all night until you let me in” were shouted repeatedly. Good times.
These events usually involve the same couple of houses.
Wednesday night was a little different. I heard shouting. I couldn’t understand the shouting. When I finally got up to see what was happening, I noticed 3 police officers trying to haul a very drunk and passed out man onto a stretcher. What the hell?
Jeremy said our next door neighbors (the roommates) got into a fight. And I guess one of them was so drunk they had to be taken to the hospital?
Our neighbors (the roommates) are three men well over the age of 50. All of them have a severe drinking problem. I think only one of them actually has a job and it does not seem steady.
There is one roommate that floats in and out of the house. I’d peg him to be in his 40s. Hispanic. And a heroine addict. Strangely, he’s my favorite of that group of men.
So the sound that I will never sleep through? A bunch of drunk idiots fighting in the middle of the night.
I love city life!