We’ve had really disruptive, LOUD, irritating construction on our street for approximately 1000 years. Really, since, like, MAY. There’ve been entire weeks where we’ve had to park two blocks away, fighting with all of the other people on our block, plus the people who actually live on that block for parking. And the noise! We are SO TIRED of the noise. They’ve completely replaced the street, which means they used one of those big digging machines to BANG CRASH CRACK the old street into small pieces, then scoop up the bits and SLAM THUNDER DROP them into the back of a waiting BEEP BEEP GROWL dumptruck. Not only that, they ripped up my parking strip area, that we JUST flattened and re-seeded, and now it looks all shitty. Anyway, we’re annoyed, clearly.
A couple of mornings ago, it was a work at home day, which means I got to sleep in until the delicious hour of 8am. They’d told us they were done. We hadn’t even seen them for a few days. We were growing accustomed to the peace and quiet. But then… BEEP CRASH BANG GROWL… at 7am on the dot. As we’ve exclaimed many times in the last 4 months, SB yelled, “I HATE THEM SO MUCH!” I was trying really hard not to wake up all the way, but then I felt him leap from the bed, stomp into the bathroom, and put on his robe. As I heard him stomping down the stairs, I wondered what he was doing, but kept trying to sleep. But then, I heard the front door open! And SB shouting at the workers, “HEY! I thought you guys couldn’t start until 8 o’clock!”
I couldn’t believe it! He actually went outside and yelled at them in his bathrobe! Isn’t that awesome? He’s totally that guy in the hood, shaking his fist and yelling at the construction workers in his bathrobe!
A few minutes later, a very nice worker guy came over and said that actually, they can start at 7, and that today would be the last day.
There is no more to this story. I wish I had a better ending. But I wanted to tell you that I’m married to “that guy” and get the baby guts picture off the top of my page. Thank you.
Thank you for getting the baby guts pictures off the front page. Though more because I just like to see fresh entries on your page.
That is awesome! I love when people have the cajones to tell give people the “what for!” Way to go SB!
Tell SB I said he is more awesomer than I ever suspected.
Ha, ha! I love SB so much for doing that. You know, it’s all because he’s starting to feel the paternal duty now. Good luck with the sleeping. Hopefully they were honest and it was the last day.
chickadee: It was kind of grossing me out all of a sudden, so I figured folks who are less accustomed to seeing stuff like that might be squicked out, too.
Brooke: I know, right? Although, I must admit, at the time, I thought it was a little embarrassing.
Peter: Will do! What’s up, friend?
Jill: I think it was! I haven’t seen them since!
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