… when the deaf 80 something year old that lives in a tiny inside alley shouts angrily at the neighbors causing the noise!
I can live with the jackhammers. Normally, if they try to start their business early, someone will call and pull the plug on their business pretty quickly.
I can live with the other normal traffic noises, though it always baffles me how come every night at 8:30 sharp, this guy flies into our one way alley in his beta up scooter -I’m waiting for his brakes to fail- and sounds the claxon as if he was on fire. I can even bear the veggies and fruits trucks struggling to find a space to park amid the cars and bikes and scooters, and the arguments between neighbors derived thereof.
It is the mother screaming at the top of her lungs, nagging her kids to do their homework, from 7 pm to 11pm, Monday to Sunday, what really gets me. It is a good thing that WMD control is so severe in this country, otherwise either yours truly or the kids would get her -though she has pissed so many neighbors, we would have to take a number and stand in line.
It is the doggie barking every day. It is never the same dog, but there is always some barking.
It is not the majong game going on until midnight, but rather the water pump’s engine vibrating like a small earthquake and turning on and off all night long.
It is the party next door -rats, they never invite me- in a house as small as mine -how do they squeeze at least 15 people, I wonder? Or it is the party across the street -also, not invited- all those guys together, only guys, what are they doing?!
Funny thing, this all happens on weekdays. Thank God Saturday and Sunday everybody toes the line. Silence rules.