It’s happening again. A white van pulls up outside a house in our street – the same house, in fact, that I last encountered Van Men in front of the last time. It disgorges a group of Neanderthal workmen. The radio is switched on, and turned up to the "louder than hell" setting. The White Van Men begin work. I, on the other hand, am forced to immediately stop working, and begin pacing frantically around the house muttering ‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?" to Terry (who doesn’t answer because as usual he’s plugged into his computer watching a video and is therefore not able to hear either the cacophony of sound, or my ranting. ‘Lucky Terry!’ I hear you say…).
As you may have guessed by now, this kind of thing really winds me up. I mean, why should I be forced to listen to someone’s crap music all day long? Why should I miss Neighbours just because the White Van Men can’t bear to miss Lunchtime Drivetime on the radio? Why does no one have any manners any more? Why do assholes think that everyone needs to hear their music? WHY?!
Now, in situations like this, I normally like to ask myself "What would Jack Bauer do?" But because the answer to that would probably be "burst into the street and kill every last one of them without even batting an eye", I’m just going to put my orange earplugs in and sit it out until it’s time to go to the dentist (only one more hour to tote the weary peg teeth!). If the music is still blaring away by the time Neighbours comes on though, I won’t hesitate to torture them.
Ohhhh, I so agree with you? Why don't people treat other people the way the want to be treated? I hate having to live with other people's crap music too, and I find that these people are rude all the way – if you complain to them, they'll be really nasty, although you try to be very diplomatic…
Oh THANK GOD! Thank God it's not just me! And you're so right: the last time I went out to ask for the music to be turned down, they laughed in my face. Gah!