Saturday, July 19, 2008

Noise Update

About 20 minutes after I typed the last blog post, the dude at the bookstore decides to tweak the volume knob upwards again.

I look out the window and there is a handful of aging hippies standing about, and it looks like this isn't gonna improve any time soon.

So what do I do?

I play narc and, with the help of google, find the non-emergency Cleveland police number and make the call.

Now I feel sick to my stomach and guilty for being a tattle-tale, but still. I pay money to live here. And I tried to approach them like a person.

Ugh.

1 comment:

The Scribe said...

Wish I could do the same thing to my midnight opera singing neighbor. In an alternate universe, very loud, very bad mock Verdi is a felony.