So, last night, I'm lying in bed and I hear a large number of footsteps and a loud voice coming down the street. I heave a great sigh and am mentally preparing to restrain myself from sticking my head out the window and scolding the miscreants like the crazy old lady I am--when the footsteps draw nearer and I hear a much quieter voice say, "Damn, man, why are you so loud?" This statement was followed by a murmured chorus of support involving a fair amount of profanity and words such as "embarrassing" and "disrespectful." I looked out just in time to see the chastened offender and his crowd of keepers disappear around the corner.
I'm pretty sure it wasn't actually a dream.
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2 comments:
I wish that happened down our street (after the pubs close).
Maybe it does and I just don't get woken by the quiet masses of respectable people :o) I', not convinced though.
It does seem unlikely somehow, doesn't it? Or perhaps I'm just jaded by one too many 3:00 AM renditions of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" under my windows.
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