I am growing to hate one of our neighbors. It was so quiet when we move in. Then this spring the single Mom's Baby Daddy aka BD moved in. He has a job, he takes her son to school some days. He takes care of their little boy. But he has noisy friends, and he comes home at 3:00 in the morning.
Sometimes he carpools. His ride comes roaring, literally, in to the front of their apartment, honks the horn and yells for him. Really, they don't have a cell phone to say they are there? Like no one heard them arriving from a mile away. We are talking about a really loud souped up varoom varoom. On weekends Baby Daddy seems to party.
Last night was the worst. At 10:30 P.M. the honking and yelling began. BD came running down and they took off. At 2:45 I awoke to a loud car coming onto our street. The car lights hit our bedroom window and it roared into a parking spot. Since I am awake, I made a bathroom run. The bathroom window looks at BD's apartment across the parking lot. Four men are at the door, no lights are on. OK he has forgotten his key again. I have seen him crawl through the window in the daytime. Back to bed I go. I then worry maybe they are breaking in and it isn't BD. I get back up and go look out the window again. Lights are on and single mom is talking to them. I go back to bed and go to sleep.
Sleep didn't last long, Another car arrives with bright lights, loud motor, and doors slamming. The party continues. I go back to sleep finally, and then the damn cars leave. I am awake again. I think finally I can get a little sleep. Wrong.
At 5:30 the idiots across the street set off their car alarm and upset all the dogs in the neighborhood. And Marty, he slept through all of this.