I can tell you the EXACT moment I transformed into a Grumpy Old Man. It was a Sunday Night about 10 years ago. Sara and I live in the University area and the house across the way from us used to be a rental for students. On this particular Sunday, they decided to have a party.
Now, I like to think that I’ve had a shaker or two in my time. I’m certainly not anti-party. But by the time Midnight rolled around – I was ready to pop. It sounded like a Marching Band was making love to a Circus. The next thing I know – I’m that guy in his underwear yelling out the window to KEEP. IT. DOWN.
Full on Grump.
I ended calling the Cops on them, largelly because being beaten up by several Inebriated Teens just wasn’t on my to-do list. Have you ever had to deal with noisy Neighbours? Are YOU a noisy Neighbour?
